THE EROTIC STORIES OF ANGEL LORIE: BOOK 1

(THREE) STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

Habitually, I would spend many of my Friday nights at exotic dance clubs. For those with sticks up their ass it is unusual for a woman to do so, especially one who is successful and young but I am one of a kind.

Of my many visits, I had never been given a lap dance. There were countless men (probably married) getting dances from these beautiful women. I had never been approached until that night.

I wore a black pantsuit and hat shading my eyes, allowing my red hair to fall down my back. I sat with my legs crossed, exposing my ankle and strappy stiletto, six-inch heels. I continued enjoying the music and the women. I hardly noticed the woman trying to get my attention.

She was Hispanic with large dark eyes and curly black hair. She was short and cute, very cute with a height of about 5’2”. Her body was petite and curvy.

This could be fun.

“Hi, I’m Strawberry”, she said with an adorable, but nervous smile.

“Hi”, I responded dryly. I looked away from her, sipping my extra dry martini, feigning disinterest

Clearing her throat she continued, “Can I get a dance?” her voice shook with fear and anxiety. Oh, how I enjoyed her being uncomfortable.

I sat my drink on the small round table beside me, and looked up at her. “Well, that depends sweetie.”

“On what?” she asked licking her lips nervously. God, she was cute.

Slowly I stood up. My being 5’8” in height intimidated Strawberry more. I looked into her eyes and replied, “On how far you are willing to go with me.”

Her lips parted slightly and she inhaled sharply. She backed away just a bit obviously startled.

“What do you mean?” she asked blinking her eyes.

“Oh don’t be afraid, I am no monster. I just know what I want, and right now what I want is you.” I said trailing a finger from her lips, to her chin, and down the soft skin of her neck. I took my seat, crossed my legs, and sipped a little more of my drink.

Strawberry seemed to recover her wits, and took a deep breath before starting her dance.

It was a slow and teasing one where she walked behind me, caressing my face and along the back of my neck. She came around and stood before me, freeing her firm breasts from the tight top she had been wearing.

Closer she walked, putting her pretty breasts in my face; placing it between them. I loved feeling of her skin against my face; it was almost electrical.

I took one of her small nipples between my teeth gently, making her shutter and moan. My tongue probed her breasts and grazed the nipple teasing her. I knew it would push her overboard.

I lowered my hand to her metallic shorts and pulled them down and off, exposing her warm sex and beautifully shaped ass. I caressed her naked back and continued to sensually make love to her breasts. Her moans were so sexy and at the same time, possessed a hint of innocence. Mere arousal soon turned into aching desire.

Strawberry sat down straddling my lap and facing me. I bought her full lips to mine, kissing her slowly, and sliding my tongue between her lips.

I felt her start to grind against me in search of some friction. Slowly I slid my first finger inside her. I moaned at the feel of her; she was soaking and God she was a tight little number.

I withdrew then, inserting two fingers, delicately. I didn’t want to hurt this gentle little flower. After a few strokes, bringing her closer to edge, I withdrew again. She whimpered then, and I inserted three. A soft, sexy moan escaped her lips as I stroked her with one hand, and played with her pierced clit with the other. Pierced, how interesting.

Feeling her inner muscles begin to clench for the second time I released her. She let out a whimper and a groan that almost was a growl.

Strawberry was frustrated, and that was exactly what I wanted.

Meeting her heated eyes, I put my fingers in my mouth, licking my fingers clean of her arousal. She stood then, watching and slowly tweaking her nipples between her fingers. Intermittently she’d stop, lick her fingers and repeat the process. With her other hand, she slowly circles her clit. Her hips circled, following the motion of her hand.

My sex throbbed as I looked on.

Opening my blouse, I stand and push her down in the seat. I am not one to allow another to control me, and I wanted her desire, all of it. Roughly I cover her mouth with mine, engulfing her with my tongue. Giving her a taste of her own sweetness. She moaned into my mouth in response.

Her hands touched and explored my breasts. My nipples were erect and my desire for her was increasing by the second. I caressed her cute pussy with my breasts. My nipple tickled her clit, making her squirm. “Please?” she whimpered, grinding her sex against me.

“Please what Strawberry?” I taunt.

“I wanna…please….” Is all she could say as I dropped to my knees, and pulled her toward me by the backs of her thighs.

I buried my face between her spread thighs, as I tasted her vigorously. My tongue slid down between the smooth lips of her and found her swelling clit. I flicked it back and forth, stopping every now and again to swirl my tongue round and round. I dipped in and out of her, fucking her with my tongue, enjoying the sweet taste of her.

Very slowly, I inserted my middle finger inside her wet heat. I continued flicking my tongue non-stop against her soft center.

Her hips met the thrusts of my finger again and again as I stroked the front wall of her sex. Her muscles clenched and tightened, as did the rest of her gorgeous body. At the same time, I slipped my unoccupied hand down my pants, and found my aching, dripping sex.

As Strawberry started to reach the state of bliss, I could feel my own sex spasm and with a final pull of the silver loop that pierced her clit, she exploded, shaking and screaming her release.    

I joined her soon after with my own orgasm, shuttering as chills ran up my spine.

We hadn’t noticed our audience until we heard riotous applause. Strawberry somehow gathered her scattered, thoroughly fucked wits and stared around the room. She jumped up as quickly as she could, gathering her clothing and scrambling in fear. Touching her shoulder I whispered in her ear, “Love it, don’t be afraid.”

She smiled up at me and took hold of my proffered hand. Together we bowed to our audience.**