Big Book of Smut (27 page)

Running her fingers over the wet area, she smiled as hand ran over her feet and ankles, sliding as far up her calves as they could get. Vanessa was so turned on she was having trouble thinking. So, she let go of thoughts and just acted on instinct. She rolled across the stage displaying her body in every position she could get into. She rose and gave her attention to different areas of the crowd, so drunk on the adoration that she almost missed the end of her song.

Still riding the high, she gathered her money and headed backstage. She found the manager waiting for her in the dressing room.

"Not bad, girlie. Clean up a little and get out on the floor."

"Huh?"

"You have to get the customers to buy you drinks. It's part of the job."

"Oh, okay." She didn't know what job he was talking about, but she could use some water. And a cocktail. After freshening up she followed him out to the main floor. The club was bigger than she'd thought. She weaved through the tables as the girl hanging upside down on the pole slid down to the stage gracefully. Impressive thighs, she thought.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Vanessa's attention turned to the man standing in front of her. He was tall and handsome in a businessman kind of way. "Sure," she replied.

He led her over to a table in the back, far from the stage. "What are you drinking?"

"Um…"

"How about champagne?"

"Sounds good." She thanked him silently. Now that some of the rush of her dance had faded, Vanessa was getting embarrassed.

As if he sensed how she felt, the man introduced himself and sat quietly, watching her but not staring while she got a gulp of champagne and relaxed a bit.

"So, Candy," he said. "Tell me about yourself."

"Well, my name isn't Candy, first of all."

"I figured." He grinned and patted her hand. She noticed his hands, long and elegant. He really was pretty hot. Except he thought she was a stripper. Awkward.

"What else?"

She thought for a moment. Obviously he wasn't looking to date her. But why not go with it? Be sexy Candy for one night.

"What would you like to know?" She leaned forward and licked her lips.

"Anything you'd like to tell me."

Vanessa thought back to her imagined lover from earlier. This handsome stranger was perfect to fulfill that fantasy. "Honestly, Colin, I'm not really in the mood to talk. Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private?"

He arched an eyebrow and eyed her for a moment, wondering if she was for real, or just teasing. From her dancing he could tell she was no stripper. Sexy as hell, yes, but no professional. Whatever she was, he was willing to take a chance.

"There's a room in back for private parties. I think it's empty tonight."

"Perfect," she purred and took his hand. They got up and headed to the room he'd mentioned; careful to make sure no one saw them.

The private room was small but lushly furnished, with a selection of loveseats and ottomans strewn around the dimly lit space. Colin pulled her down next to him, holding her hands in his.

"So, I know you don't want to chat, but will you at least tell me your real name?"

"Vanessa."

"Lovely."

"Thank you." She started to say more, but remembered she was playing a part. This was no first date. It was a fantasy come to life, and she didn't plan to spend it babbling about the regular getting to know someone bullshit.

Instead of speaking Vanessa leaned over and planted a kiss on Colin's cheek. When she pulled back their eyes met. Heat flared and they were on each other instantly, both consumed by the erotic adventure of being with a complete stranger.

Colin's mouth devoured hers, his lips, teeth and tongue sucking, nipping and tasting her. She moaned and her hands ran over his body, across the bunching muscles of his arms, around his wide, strong back. She yanked the hem of his shirt up, needing to feel his bare skin.

He pulled Vanessa into his lap, rubbing her against the erection straining his pants. His hands drove beneath her shirt and bra, shoving them out of the way to give him access to her breasts. The generous mounds were soft and warm under his fingers as he tweaked her nipples to hardness. She rocked her hips, pushing her heated pussy into him, her juices soaking through her panties and shorts.

With a growl, Colin rose and sat her down on the seat. He tugged her shorts down, taking the panties too, and spread her legs wide. "I have to taste you," he said, slipping his face between her thighs.

Vanessa's bare, pink cunt was covered with her cream. He lapped at it and parted her lips with his fingers before diving into her tight hole with his tongue. Rubbing his thumb on the left side of her clit, he reached up to squeeze one of her tits as he pushed deeper inside her.

Her head fell back as waves of pleasure from his tender ministrations filled her body. It was even better than she'd imagined, this stranger's mouth and hands on her, in her. She arched her back as he slid two fingers into her pussy and pumped them a few times before curling them up to press against her G-spot.

A gush of her hot cream covered Colin's fingers and mouth and he sucked it in, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her cunt, and loving the small, hungry sounds coming from her mouth. His thumb traced tiny circles around her clit as the tiny nub swelled.

Vanessa's hip jerked as she came, shaking and gasping. Before she could recover he reversed their positions and had her back in his lap. But this time his pants were open and his cock stood up hard and thick in the low-lit room. He held her hips and teased her entrance with the tip of his rod, but she wasn't in the mood to be teased.

She shoved down, pushing his entire length inside her in one smooth motion. Colin groaned as her walls gripped him, pulling him deeper and deeper. Vanessa planted her feet on the seat on either side of his body and tore open his shirt. She rubbed her heaving tits across the light pelt of hair covering his chest before bracing herself on his wide shoulders. She lifted her ass until just the head of his prick remained inside her, then corkscrewed down again, sheathing him fully.

That maneuver dragged moans from both of them, and she repeated it. Soon the pace sped up and Vanessa was bouncing up and down, slamming his cock in her as her tits shook and her hair flew around them, gold and wild.

Colin felt a familiar tightening at the base of his cock and knew he had to change positions or cum way too soon. He lifted her off his cock and stood up. Handling her small, curvy form like she weighed nothing, he bent Vanessa over the arm of the loveseat and stepped behind her. Taking a moment to palm her beautifully round ass cheeks, he spread her legs farther apart with his knee before stepping in close.

"Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard, Colin," she pleaded.

He obliged, happily, pushing into her from behind. When his cock hit bottom he sighed as his balls slapped against her body. Grabbing her hips firmly, he thrust into her over and over, faster and faster, loving the way her body trembled beneath him and how her cunt felt wrapped around his dick.

"You feel so damn good. I could fuck you all night."

"Mmmm, yes. Give it to me. Pound my little pussy."

He loved a beautiful girl talking dirty. While giving her the hard fuck she wanted, Colin reached around to pinch her engorged clit.

Vanessa screamed as an orgasm ripped into her. Lightening shot through her from head to toe, sending her to another world, where nothing existed but his cock hammering at her tight hole.

"Oh god, oh god… I'm cumming… cumming!"

He pulled out of her cunt and shot his load over her ass, jets of hot cum covering the quivering globes, as he kept flicking her clit, extending her own release longer and longer until her shouts turned to wails.

Surprised to find he was still hard, Colin plunged back inside, sending Vanessa into another orgasm. She came and her entire body clenched, her pussy squeezing his cock like a wet, velvet vise.

"Excuse me," someone said from the doorway.

They both looked over as he froze, still deep inside her.

The club's manager stood, frowning with his arms crossed, but Vanessa noticed his cock was hardening in his tight jeans.

"You're not allowed to fuck the customers, Candy."

"I'm not Candy and I don't work here, so I can do what I want," she gasped, trying to sound haughty, though it was tough still coming off an endless orgasm with a huge cock still buried in her cunt.

The manager eyed them for a moment and then shrugged. "Whatever. Be out of here in five minutes." He made a gruff sound and then left them alone.

Colin laughed and let his cock slip from her body. He turned Vanessa around and kissed her on the mouth. "That was different."

"This whole night's been a weird one for me."

"Good weird, I hope," he said, sliding his hands down over her tits."

"Very good weird." She wrapped her hand around his half-hard cock. "So, where should we fuck next?"

He groaned. "Anywhere you want."

She kissed him, fingers sliding sensually over his rod. "Let's go then…"

"You better stop that or I'll fuck you against the wall outside."

"Promises, promises," she teased.

They dressed quickly and left the club. He flagged down a taxi and they piled into the back. Her lips were on his as soon as he gave the driver directions. Over the course of the next few hours Vanessa forgot all about her singing engagement and used her voice to scream Colin's name over and over again.

About the Author

Jasmine Dayne lives her life like any sex obsessed woman: in bed (and other places) with a series of live and electric-powered partners, striving to reach the ultimate state of endless orgasm. She’s sampled every sexual delight she can think of and some she never thought physically possible in Earth’s gravity. On the rare occasions that she does stop having sex she sucks down energy drinks by the gallon and takes her dog for walks.

It’s possible that only the last sentence of the previous paragraph is true.

To read more from Jasmine Dayne, visit her website at
http://www.jasminedayne.com/
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Karina stood before the bank of windows, basking in the sunlight that streamed into her New York City apartment. She loved the windows—they ran down the length of the thirty-foot living room, and extended up to the ceiling, fourteen feet above her.

She was thrilled when she’d found the apartment last year, and the renovations had only been completed two months ago. She’d had part of the two-floor apartment converted into a cathedral-ceilinged great room, where she spent most of her time.

The renovations had been costly, on top of the outrageous price of this prime piece of New York real estate, but it was totally worth it. The views of Central Park were amazing, and because the wall of glass actually jutted out from the building, like an enormous bay window, there was a low, deep shelf that ran the length of the of the room. It could have been used for storage, or she could have thrown cushions on it, and let a half dozen drunk people pass out on it at parties. But Karina didn’t use it that way.

Karina was an exhibitionist.

She stepped up onto the long window seat, which she considered to be her “runway”, and pushed a button on the remote control in her hand. Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” filled the room. She strutted down her runway, depositing the remote into a basket she kept at one end, then strutted back to the center, where a straight-backed wooden chair sat.

Loosening the ties of her short silk robe, she let it slither from her shoulders, and fall to the runway, then spill onto the floor. Gyrating in time with the music, she ran her hands up and down her body. She wore red boyshorts panties and a lacy red matching bra. She turned around, bending over, and shook her ass for all the world to see. She knew there probably weren’t that many people home, and of the few that were, anyone who could see her window from the other side of the park would need a telescope to watch her performance. But she also knew that quite a few people on the other side of the park, who also had large windows, had telescopes. She knew, because she had one herself.

Doing a little bump-and-grind, Karina grabbed her own ass, kneading the flesh as she rotated her hips. Then she slid the panties down, slowly, as she undulated. It gave any potential watchers a nice glimpse of her wet pussy as she discarded the panties and bent further, her legs spread apart. She reached back, fingering her pussy, dipping her finger inside. Then she stood, spinning around, licking the slick fluid from her fingers, a sexy come-hither look on her face.

She whirled and danced to the music for a long time, touching herself. She pressed her chest to the window, sure that anyone with a good telescope should be able to see her nipples through the sheer lace. The cold that seeped through the glass made her nipples pucker, and she pinched them deliciously, thumbing them through the lace.