The Sin Twins: Dirty Dancing - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Dirty Dancing

... plebs like Tina had never dreamed of getting into. Real velvet ropes, valet parking, and an atmosphere of affluent, luxurious decadence permeating the club, both inside and out. Tina snickered when the uniformed valet got into Greg’s car; he sniffed the air several times, inhaling the aroma of her sex.

Tina looked about. “Nice place. Do you come here often?” she laughed. “So, did my cheesy pickup line work?”

The blond, her intense, furious masturbation only temporarily sating her, was stunned when she got inside the club. Cavern-like an affluent, the rich, powerful, and famous cavorted about in various stages of undress, and a topless DJ writhed to the rhythm of the music she was sending out through the club. Tasteful, plush fixtures were scattered about, a few of the booths and tables containing people involved in various sexual acts. The small army of the club’s staff milled about, ignoring the woman being fingered by her girlfriend in a corner booth, and conversing with a couple mid-coitus as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Gregory smiled. “I’ve been here a few times. I like the service, and nobody will mind us doing a little dirty dancing.”

“Awesome! Go get me a lot of drinks, then finger my cunt while I get drunk. Hopefully, that magic cock of yours will be hard, again, and you can fuck me in front of everyone.”

After several shots, one orgasm, and two glasses of Cristal later, Tina grabbed Gregory by the crotch and led him onto the dance floor. ...

... Other people were groping at one another, most of them just dancing and enjoying themselves.

“Isn’t the redhead wearing the leather dress an actress?”

“Yes, she is, Tina, but pay her no mind. People come here to get away from the limelight.”

“So, my new boyfriend is all rich and famous, then?”

He laughed. “Not at all. My father owns the Ritz hotel chain; I’m a big nobody.”

“Big is right! I just had your cock in my mouth. Let’s dance.”

The timing was perfect. A fast song with a thundering, ponderous beat let them get used to how each other’s bodies moved. The industrial trance music that followed allowed them to synchronize their movements, Gregory finding infinite ways to touch her, his hands occasionally slipping through her dress’ slit to finger her still-wet pussy. The third song was a soulful, slow rhythm, letting them dance body-to-body; this allowed Tina to unzip Gregory’s pants and fish out his cock, stroking it to an impressive erection.

She stroked him to the music, moaning and talking dirty into his ear until the song finished. The next number was a driving, pounding, bass-heavy tune, one that immediately put the listener into an instinctive, primal mindset. Feeling inspired, Tina, panting from the dancing and her highly aroused state, put her hands around Greg’s neck, then she jumped up, ensnaring his torso with her overheating thighs and locking her ankles together. Gregory wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place.

With a devilish ...