The Club - Sex Stories

The Club

... than the first one, judging by her screams. Wow once again. As I watch this cute little thing in such sweet agony, I keep fucking my own pussy faster and faster. I just witnessed the most beautiful thing in the whole creation, a woman, reaching the peak of pleasure. I fucking love it every time I see it. Now I need to cum too. I increase the tempo of my thrusts, and the pressure on my clit. I stare at Ms. Kitty. I watch her pussy, dripping with her juices, her gaping asshole, her gorgeous tits, bouncing with every heavy breath she takes, and the look of complete relaxation in her eyes. I stare, and I thrust, faster and harder. I feel it coming, I'm almost there, just a couple more thrusts, and, oh fucking hell, it hits me and I scream loudly. I close my eyes for a while and I keep fucking myself to make it last as long as possible. It keeps rushing through me until I'm on the edge of fainting, and then it slowly fades away, as I slow down my movements and finally stop and pull the vibrator out of myself. I let out a loud, satisfied sigh; I open my eyes, and I look at my cat lady. She has already recovered from her climax, but she still has that satisfied, dreamy look in her eyes. She is slowly sipping another glass of wine. She pours me one too, and hands it over. "Dunno about you, darling, but I'm always thirsty as fuck, after a good orgasm. ...

... Or two." she laughs. I accept the glass, and take a large sip. My throat does feel kind of sore, from all the screaming and moaning. The wine helps. We finish our glasses, still naked. We don't talk. Is there really anything to talk about? We both got just what we wanted. She moves first. She stands up, and puts her sexy dress on. She grabs her panties from the floor. She looks at them, then at me. A naughty smile appears on her mask covered face. "You like them?" she asks, while showing her panties to me. I nod my head. They are a pretty pair. Smooth, silky and really sexy. "Wanna trade? I really like yours," she asks, and I laugh silently, but then I realize that she is being serious. "Sure, why not," I respond after a moment of hesitation. She throws her panties at me, grabs my own pair from the floor, puts them close to her face and sniffs them. "Sweet," she whispers, still with that naughty grin. "I loved our time together. I hope to see you again sometime, darling. Bye!" With that, she leaves the room, while still holding my panties in her hand. I got to get dressed and leave too. Just not yet. I feel that nice post - orgasmic laziness. I look at my own reflection in the mirror, as I grab the present my kitty friend left me. I sniff her panties, just as she sniffed mine. Sweet indeed. The sweetest scent ever. Delicate aroma of fresh sex.