The Scent of a Dancer - Sex Stories

The Scent of a Dancer

... as she didn't stop. But then I felt it, something wet moving up my cleavage. The quivering and erratic breathing got so intense I was shaking. She worked her way up my chest to my neck then to my face. Kissing me all over while we were nipples to nipples. I saw my friend in the distance watching. He came over to us, slipped her more money and told her to keep it up. She did just that for what felt like forever.

About a half-hour later, she walked up to me took my hand again. "This one is on me!" There again she took me off to the cubicle. She had her back to me when I thought how I really wanted her nose and mouth back in my cleavage. Quickly I remembered the one-dollar bills my friend had given me earlier. It probably was a little tasteless what I did next, but I was not dumb. I knew this was no freebie, I knew my friend had to have slipped her more money when I wasn't looking. So I decided I would get her back on track. Before she turned around to face me, with my hands behind my back, I folded the dollars. Each a little shorter than the one before and placed them in all the places I wanted her face, from my cleavage to between my legs (the shortest being placed there). She took them as though they were breadcrumbs leading her home. Mission accomplished. I was very happy with my encounter.

As the night moved on we decide to go to another bar. We had only been sitting there for about fifteen ...

... minutes, when we felt that leaving the other place was probably a mistake. These girls were very young, possibly not legal, and boring. We went to get up when I saw her come on stage. A little thing, nothing like the silicone blonde, from before. She had short dark plum hair, dark makeup on pale white skin, small breasts, and dressed in calve high dominatrix boots. I told my friend I wanted her. He again made arrangements and she came to take me upstairs.

There was this sinister heavy beat of music playing, while she moved like a gypsy in slow motion. Starting much in the same way that the other had began her routine; she laid back on me and arced herself. There it was again, the exact same smell as the other dancer from the previous club. Was that a coincidence or just the scent of a dancer? She brought her arm around behind my neck, took hold pulling my hair, she began to suck my neck. Rolling her body around to face me, I see the tattoo of vampire teeth on her chest just before she did it. While pivoting in my lap, she grabbed my hair again, and moved in. She bit my neck three times. The quivers were back along with the uncontrollable urge to orgasm. She smiled as I did.

I have never had to control myself in that way before. Keeping my hands and tongue off of them was the hardest thing I think I have ever had do. I returned to my friend and said "Thank you for the best day of my life thus far."