I went to ladies night tonight at Tino’s. Tino’s premiers local live bands, gives them a locale to play to get their name out there. On ladies night, Tino’s hosts only ladies, and they have male strippers. I went with my girl, Angelique, and we scored front-row seats. I’ve had a good few weeks, so I was lined up and ready to dole out some cash to these hotties with almost nothing on.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself from the time the first man walked on the stage, wearing his chaps, cowboy hat, and boots. We were maybe 10 guys in when he walked out on stage. He was taller than the rest, built without bulging everywhere. His hair was dark, with frosted green and gold tips. He was wearing a masquerade mask that managed to accentuate the richness of his whiskey-colored eyes. His lips were a perfect bow shape, and his ass filled out the purple, green, and gold colored thong that he was wearing. His theme, odd as it was, was Twelfth Night Reveler. At least, that was what it said on the program. I had to go look that up later, but I was completely captivated by this amazing display of masculinity in what was arguably a rather drag-queen looking outfit.
I held up a couple of hundred dollar bills; I wanted this guy all to myself after his performance. He came over to me and whispered in my ear, which sent shivers from my head to my toes. I stuck an enticing finger just at the edge of the thong he was wearing and held him in place, requesting into his ear a private dance after. He nodded his concurrence, and then finished his dance. The only part of him that I didn’t get to see on that stage was his face, the mask having remained the only thing in place.
His show lasted a bit longer; his music was something upbeat, and nearly jazzy, that I had never heard before. He did some rather acrobatic looking moves on the stage, ending in a full-on split. I watched as he lithely stood back up from that position, stepped down off of the stage, took my hand, and gently pulled me to my feet. A smirk played at his lips as he put a hand to my lower back and escorted me, left hand in left hand, all the way to the private room.
As the music for the next dancer started, he pulled our curtain completely closed and turned to focus in on my face. He did some light steps all the way to where I was still standing, and handed me gently down onto the cushioned bench seat. He nimbly pushed the table to the furthest edge of the room before waltzing back to me and starting a lap dance. I reached up to pull the mask off of his face, and his hand caught mine in mid-air. That smirk of his graduated a level as he laid my hand back in my lap and leaned in to kiss my forehead and lips. He then pulled my shirt gently over my head, and with a deftness I’ve witnessed very few times in my life, dispensed with my bra. My great big boobs were left bare for him, and he quickly buried his face between them, kissing and licking every inch. I didn’t even notice his hands moving to my mini skirt until his fingers were pressing into my panties, rubbing my clit and my pussy through them. He rubbed me to a quick climax without removing them, at all. Then, his face, mask and all, were buried there, licking me through my panties, which brought another orgasm on rather quickly. His fingers slipped my panties aside and found their way into my pussy as his whiskey-colored eyes locked with mine. His tongue met my clit as his fingers began their ministrations, and his eyes never left mine. He drove me wild, and my orgasm rocked my whole body. Before I knew what was happening, he was filling me with a massive cock, my legs hiked up to my shoulders, panties still merely pushed aside. The girth of him was nearly painful, but once he was in me, the rocking motion quickly remedied every ache except that of my building orgasm. Tonight was so fucking magnificent. I don’t know if I will ever see him again, but he certainly made that visit very much worth my while.
I’m known as a black cock whore, but I also specialize in foot fetish phone sex. I am what you might call a bitch in charge when it comes to white guys and guys with small cocks. I tend to lean towards the sensual side of domination, however. We hired this guy to do our landscaping as we recently added a pool and a deck to the backyard. He is a typical white guy who thinks he has what I need and falsely believes I am a bored trophy wife in a loveless marriage. I love my husband dearly. He is my cuckold, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. Bart was caught spying on me the other day as I was putting on my stockings. He is the hired help. He has no business spying on me as I am changing. Now, I could have had one of my big black studs teach him a lesson he would never forget, or I could take matters into my own hands. I chose the later because I saw Bart as no threat. I confronted him, ordered him on his knees unless he wanted me to call the cops or worse, his wife. I saw the way he stared at my nylon clad feet and legs. He was a foot and nylon guy. Do you like pantyhose fetish phone sex? Well Bart clearly had a thing for silky nylon clad feet. As I raised my foot above his mouth, he came in his work pants. Big wet spot. I had not even touched his worthless dick and he blew a load. PATHETIC. I made sure to laugh at him. I stepped on his worthless dick as I hurled insults at him. Just made his cock spring back to life that much more quickly. We spent the morning with him either on his back or knees worshiping my feet and stocking clad legs. After a few hours, I had his balls tied up in a pair of my stockings. His balls throbbing from being teased and denied. I sent him back to the yard with blue balls wrapped up in my stockings so he knew who was in charge.
