1. Red Hot: Chapter One


    Date: 6/6/2024, Categories: Exhibitionism Author: krystalg 

    ... “Found you!”

“Your eyes work; how about the rest of your body? A fast song! Time to get dirty and rub uglies to the beat. Follow me.”

The guy reminded her of the stereotypical High School quarterback trope, but she liked his muscles and bulge. Leading him to the dance floor, Gwen wasted no time, one hand immediately shooting toward the man’s crotch, the other wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him in close. Taking the hint, the man assumed that her groping for his cock was permission, so he reached out and pulled down her flimsy, thin top, exposing her round tits.

Taking things one step further, Gwen laughed and stopped dancing. Looking at him with a predatory smile, she crossed her arms in front of her torso, then grabbed the hem of her halter, peeling the top entirely off. She stood there brazenly, her tits on full display, then danced back up to her new beau.

Gwen’s hands soon found the fly on the dark-haired man’s pants, and she unzipped his khakis, fishing out his cock. She kept one hand behind his neck, holding him firmly against her topless body. Her other hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it fast and wildly. As soon as it grew rock-hard under her sexual attention, the horny redhead dropped to her knees and sunk her mouth over his erect cock.

“Really? Here?” he objected.

His protests lasted only a second; as soon as Gwen’s talented mouth engulfed his meat, he shrugged at the club’s patrons and closed his eyes in a state of horny ...
    ... disbelief. Soon, Gwen was bobbing her head up and down his flesh, taking the entire length down her throat and then pulling back until just a small bit of the tip was encased by her overheating lips.

Topless, being watched, which always made her even hotter and wilder, Gwen plunged her head down on his quivering cock as fast as she could, fucking him with her mouth. She stayed like that until the song ended, pulling her mouth off his pole with a popping sound, saliva dripping from her lips and tongue in long, sinewy tendrils.

“You can dance hard, which means you can probably fuck me hard, and I like your big, hot cock. Here. Put your number into my phone; maybe I’ll call.” He did as she asked. “Nice to meet you, Michael. You and your yummy cock.” She walked away.

Gwen finished her smoke and drinks, remaining topless. Less than an hour later, she’d auditioned three others, and she decided to head home and make a call or two.

“Fun evening, ma’am?” her driver asked.

Gwen’s chauffeur, that evening, was a black-haired sprite with a fringed pixie haircut. She looked sexy in her uniform, and the driver’s cap gave her a playful disposition. Her pale skin and black makeup made her seem edgy, on top of mirthful. Gwen was impressed that while she openly stared at her exposed tits and smiled, she kept her professional demeanor.

“Not the best I’ve ever had, but decent. Lots of good choices, tonight”

“Where to?”

“Take me home, please.”

As soon as the driver had closed ...
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