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Julie by the Bluesmaster
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JULIE
by The Bluesmaster
I was at a local topless dance bar with a buddy of mine. I
was kind of a regular there, coming in about once a month or so.
One of the reasons I was a regular was sitting on my lap at the
moment. Her name was Julie, and she worked most Saturday nights,
which was when I usually came in. Naturally she was very pretty,
blonde, tanned, slender, with small breasts (but real and nicely
shaped), great legs, and an ass to die for.
On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly,
chatty and gave a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as
the law would allow, and maybe a bit more. And as time had gone
on (this was the sixth time I had come in during the past 5
months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more risque, a
little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back
quite a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the
line. It was still great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of
the girls would only give you a little nip on the cheek. Little
details like that mean a lot to me.
Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the
restroom. As he walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I
only had $22 bucks left of the $130 I had started with, and
observed that it was unfortunate the evening was going to have to
end fairly soon.
"How come?" Her voice wasn't bad either, not the gravelly,
husky female voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the
same.
I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4
from her) dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She
knew my limits, but I'd only had two of her dances tonight -- she
had been with other customers.
She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed
her warm soft cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She
did it quite a bit.
"Who says it has to end?" she asked softly.
That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out
my plastic for her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet
another thing I liked about her (you're gonna be sick of all the
little details I liked about this woman before I'm done).
That left one possibility, one I'd never seriously
considered before. It was against club policy for dancers to go
out with customers. Naturally the owners were afraid of getting
nailed for pimping or something, or even being innocent
bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like
she was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the
questions were 1) Is she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?
I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she
shifted slightly to help me out.
"Care to elaborate on that?" I asked.
She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled
around our faces and I could smell her breath. It was sweet
from the call drinks we'd both had. She touched her forehead to
mine and whispered, "You're always really sweet. You're friendly
and you don't try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot. I'd
also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings,
just fun." She leaned back to gauge my reaction.
She needn't have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in
seconds, and as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty
assent worthy of James Bond, she pressed her leg into my
erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said "I
think I've got a 'yes' here." I grinned at her and we made
plans hurriedly before my buddy came back from the restroom.
To shorten things a bit, let's just say that it required a
bit of timing and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand
Prix to get me separated from my buddy (luckily he lived nearby)
and back with Julie without her fellow club workers noticing. Her
apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed there. I was
as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most
princely gift of her beautiful body, I had to see to it that she
enjoyed this evening as much as possible. It would be my gift to
her.
We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We
kept stopping every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long
time I had desired to *really* kiss her, as opposed to the brief
ones we were allowed at the club. She would press her warm body
up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with her entire
self, while our tongues "dueled like soft, moist sabers" (I've
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained
myself as much as possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be
great, but it wasn't what I wanted to do for her right now. I
wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg for release, to
drive her crazy. I'm no Don Juan, but on the few occasions I'd
had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always
VERY grateful.
Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She'd lost her top
and I my shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly,
but I'd managed to slow the pace down to just intense instead of
wild. Stroking her smooth back, I eased her onto her stomach and
moved up to whisper in her ear.
"Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be
my thanks for your having me over." Yeah, yeah, "having me over"
isn't all that romantic sounding, but I didn't want to get really
gushy and say "make love", and "have sex" seemed *much* too cold.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the
bed with a cute wiggle. I took that as a "yes", as I reached
over and turned on a small lamp. The light was subdued but ample.
Excellent.
I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to
grasp her firm buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and
thrust her pelvis gently into the bed. Lifting her midsection
slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly removed my own
jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from
sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.
Under the soft light, without the blare of music and
flashing flights of the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her
skin was tanned golden, smooth and unmarked but for thin strips
of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which I knew
extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color,
darker and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I
could see in profile, was sorority-girl cute, with the button
nose and pouty lower lip. She looked much less wanton in repose
than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips curled in a small
smile. She wasn't a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was
experiencing, I don't know. I didn't care.
I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and
softly massage her back and shoulders, occasionally working my
way down the jut of of her cute butt and down her legs. Periodic
sighs and squirmings told me I was doing things right. It was
wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands over
her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the
resiliency of good muscle tone and athleticism.
I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but
I didn't want her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something
else.
"You like this, baby?" I asked her gently. She murmured an
assent. "Good. Now just relax for a sec. I have to get
something." I slipped off the bed and hopped barefoot into her
kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the long, thin kind)
or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.
Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but
I like a good cliche now and then. All the time if its a really
good one. I dashed back to my reposing dancer.
"Mmmm, you're back," she murmured drowsily, feeling my
weight settle onto the bed. "Now what?"
"Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We've more yet to
do." I helped her shift onto her back, and she settled down with
another one of those cute wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes
closed, arms folded almost demurely at her belly button. It was
a great view, her small breasts barely flattening back against
her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.
It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana,
really) I pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie
gasped, and the nipple instantly popped erect. Its twin on her
left breast followed suit. But otherwise she remained still,
except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I ran the
ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to
place myself between her legs, which she obligingly spread and
then raised her knees, I slipped off my underwear and lay down
over her lower body, pressing my lower chest into her sparse,
trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast into my
mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It's spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and
placed her hands on my head, running her fingers through my
hair, her nails on my scalp.
I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the
remaining ice in my mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to
her, and she muttered, "Oh God, that's good--Jesus!!"
That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my
sucking tremendously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit.
I kept it up for a bit while she writhed about on the bed, making
small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her legs along my sides.
The skin was very smooth.
Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I
moved down her body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut
skin. I poked her belly button and she jerked, then sighed.
"You're making me crazy..." Well, that WAS the point...
I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing
anything more than breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up
whenever I'd move closer for a moment. I kissed and licked my
way up her perfumed legs from her knees, lingering a long time at
her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip she
kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her
"heart-on." Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good
five minutes suckling on that small area, while running my hands
along her torso.
She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm,
but I only allowed the most glancing of touches. Finally, she
groaned, "Oh, please stop teasing me! I need it!"
I moved up and kissed her again. "Tell me what you want."
"I want--need you to do me. Lick me."
"Lick you where?" This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but
kind of a turn-on anyway. "TELL me what you want."
She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. "I want you
to lick my pussy and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I
come. Please."
I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard
cock. I leaned down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed
into the kiss, her tongue thrust- ing into my mouth, her hands
roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I hadn't even let
her see yet. She humped herself against my left leg, and I could
feel the wet heat of her excitement there.
Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to
my lips for a kiss. "I'm going to make you feel good. But I
need your help. I need you to tell me when something pleasures
you, or if you don't like it, or you want it faster or harder or
softer. Can you do that?"
"You like a little dirty talk, baby?" she asked softly,
with a sultriness in her expression that had not been there
since the club. My shy girl was becoming an assertive woman
again. Nice.
"Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her
musky womanhood. She spread her legs wider to grant me easier
access. Her dancer's flexibility served us well. I looked
closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender lips and
gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the
pouty little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of
her.
I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. "Yes, baby!!"
she hissed. "Do it!"
Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my
tongue as broad as possible, and thrust it into her opening. I
licked it from bottom to top, going in and coming out, stroking
her clit at the top, but not giving it any extra attention yet.
Julie moaned and squirmed. "Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your
tongue--go deeper, deeper, please?" I did my best to oblige her.
She grew wetter and hotter as the wonderful torture continued
making small purring sounds and trying to grind her crotch into
my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked, I
couldn't help but recall an old line said by the late Sam
Kinison: "If you're ever going down on some chick, and you don't
know what to do, lick the alphabet! [laughs from the audience] Oh
sure, you laugh now, but some day you'll be there, and you'll
remember you're ol' Uncle Sammy..." I smiled and licked
"J-u-l-i-e" just for the hell of it.
I reached out and grabbed another ice "banana" from the
glass. I pressed it to her clit and she tensed and twisted,
gasping, "Oh!" I slipped the ice into her wet opening and left it
for a few moments while she writhed about. Taking her entire clit
into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my tongue.
"Yeeow!" she exclaimed. "Do it to me do iiittt...!" She
jerked and gasped and then came, shuddering.
"Yessssss.....mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice." I removed the ice, but
kept licking her gently through her come, until the quiverings
eased.
But I wasn't done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted
it into her now very wet seam. She sighed again. "Mmmmmm, give
me two." I was happy to oblige, adding the second finger and
sliding them in and out slowly. Julie thrust gently back at my
fingers.
Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and
tried to press under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The
effect was electric.
"Uhnn," she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed
the sheets gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came
completely off the bed as she thrust strongly at my fingers. I
looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure and sensation as it
whipped back and forth. "What are--mmmf--you <gasp> doing? Oh
God, that's wild--ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes." She twisted and came,
breasts bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.
I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to
her clit with my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for
occasional variety. She came again, and then again. Beads of
sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She squealed, moaned,
and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell she
was becoming super-sensitized.
"Enough!" she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and
shuddered through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful,
so excited. If I so much as touched my cock I would have
exploded all over her.
Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely,
and strands of dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face.
It was becoming harder to maintain my attentions through her
bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side, still humping my
hand and then yelling:
"Stop, dammit, I can't take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus,
not again, eeeee..."
I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers
in out and out, gradually slowing the pace, stroking her
sweat-slick skin with my other hand as she began to come down.
She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing in large gasps
of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I
finally stopped and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping
my arms around her and kissing her soft lips. She responded with
enthusiasm, though still with an occasional twitching of her
hips.
"That was...that was wild," she sighed. "Mmmmm, SO good."
"You were beautiful. I liked watching you come."
She kissed me again. "Well, give me a second to catch my
breath and it'll be your turn." I responded with an anticapatory
sound and stroked her pert breasts and cute nipples.
We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled
away slightly and pressed me me onto my back. She eased her
body down on top of me and began to suck gently at the sensitive
skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press- ing into my
chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.
After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples
sucking each gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso,
occasionally moving down for a quick stroke on my cock, which was
beginning to firm up again. She kissed her way down my stomach
to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up and
down.
I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed
saliva over my shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in,
filling her hot, wet mouth. She sucked at my cock, sending waves
of pleasure through me. I looked down to see her sweet face
working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a small
strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the
tip. She snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds.
"Yum," she said. "You're sweet."
Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I
shuddered at the intense sensation. She went fast, then slow,
her tongue always moving over me. Julie took a deep breath and
then went down, taking me all the way in, not stopping until her
nose touched my pubic hair.
"Jesus!" It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back
and my toes curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and
all the way down again, slowly, and then pulled off me completely
when my dick began to throb danger- ously.
"Not just yet," she said with that devilish smile. She
kissed and nuzzled at my balls taking one at a time into her
mouth and humming sweetly. It was wild and wonderful, and gave
my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its near orgasm. I
called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden hair.
"I love to suck cock," she said suddenly, her voice
throaty. "Especially nice sweet cocks like this one." Suck. "I
like to feel them throb in my mouth, I like to taste them on my
tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot their come in my
mouth." Lick "Do want to come, baby? You want to come in my
mouth?" She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.
Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I
groaned, "Yes, baby, do it. Let me come..." I placed my hands on
either side of her chin and eased her back onto my prick.
Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and
try as I might, the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to
hold back. I was thrusting back up into her sweet, lush lips,
now, and she was moaning around my cock as she fingered her own
clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while getting me
off.
"Mph," she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made
herself come, and that sent me over the edge.
"Get ready," I gritted.
"Oh, God do it," she breathed and went back down, sucking
strongly. The pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch,
and then I was there, thrust- ing deeply into her mouth, coming,
spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she swallowed, moaning
and sighing happily around my spewing penis...
She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on
me even though the pleasure was so intense as to be almost
painful. She cleaned my cock, finally letting it slip from her
slick lips, which she licked clean and then swallowed while
staring at me lasciviously.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the
feel of her body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me,
placing her head on my chest, where I could stroke her and smell
her hair, now mussed and in disarray from our sex. She began to
idly trace patterns on my chest.
"That was pretty great," she said dreamily.
Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it
was all I could do to give an assenting "Mmmm-hmmm."
"What do we do for an encore?" There was a bit of playful
challenge in her voice. She didn't want this night to end any
more than I did.
I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little
breasts. As the nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I
smiled and said, "I'm sure we can thing of all kinds of
things..."
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