The View From My Knees

I’m not sure if it was the porn playing on my television, the skilled work of his tongue on my clit, or the fact that I’d gone three days without sex. I was fucking wet. Not just aroused or well-lubricated – I was sopping, dripping wet.

He worked his two fingers in and out of my pussy skillfully. Slowly he slid another finger in. The feeling became more intense. His tongue came down to my clit as he worked his three fingers inside of me. I moaned with pleasure. It felt so good and I was so relaxed that I almost didn’t feel the fourth finger ease its way in. The feeling became more intense so that it was almost painful. Caught between pleasure and pain, I closed my eyes and gave my full attention to the sensations that my body was experiencing. He gently slid his entire hand into my body. First one knuckle, then another. The intensity increased, the pain became more real, and still if felt good. I writhed as he slowly worked his hand in and out. Each time his hand slid back in it hurt like the first time. The First Time. I realized what the sensation reminded me of. I was taken back to my first sexual experiences as a teenager. I remembered the nervousness, the newness, and, of course, the pain.

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After our first encounter we talked openly about our fantasies. Yes, we both wanted to try it. Luckily, I already had the necessary equipment. We couldn’t wait.

Finally, the night of our date arrived. First, she wanted to wine and dine me, so we met at a nearby restaurant. After several drinks, dinner, and dessert we made our way to the apartment. We had another drink and stumbled over to the couch. We each removed our shoes and lay down on the couch. She kissed and caressed me. I reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit. She moaned lightly. I slid my finger into her and her moans became louder.

“Should we get your toy?” She asked.

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“You’ve only got 15 minutes until your ride gets here, do you think there’s time?” I asked him.

His face lit up. “Let’s go!” he said. So we raced up the stairs. I climbed into the bed and began peeling off my pajamas, as he put a DVD into the player.

“Adding some porn to the moment?” I playfully asked. I threw him a book of matches and motioned toward the candle near the tv. “Here, why don’t you set the mood.”

He pulled off his clothes and climbed into the bed with me. As the movie started he began rubbing the outside of my pussy with his fingers. I was already very wet. He seemed both surprised and pleased. He rubbed my wetness around and used it to smoothly stroke my clit. It felt so good. I was getting hotter and hotter as he stroked me and I watched the action on the television screen. Jenna Jameson was getting fucked fast and hard, and it looked great.

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His first message to me had been silly and challenging. I didn’t know what to make of the maniacal picture that accompanied his online profile, but he intrigued me. He certainly stood out from the crass, illiterate, or just plan unimaginative attention I received from others on that service. So I responded. What followed over the next few weeks was an exchange of silly thoughts, cryptic responses, and dynamic flirtation. I looked forward to his emails each day. I wondered what it would be like to spend an evening with him and his wife, whom I had yet to see.

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I didn’t think any of those strip club stories happened in real life. I always figured they were just stories from Penthouse Forums that had trickled out into the grapevine. I had been to strip clubs a few times before. The girls often told me how cute I was, but I just considered that a part of the flirtation that goes with the job. It was fun and sexy, but nothing noteworthy had ever happened.

At least, not until I met this stripper.

My male companion and I were ready for a sexy night of watching women getting naked on stage. There were a few good looking girls dancing along with a few that weren’t so good looking. But then she came onstage. Right away I noticed a difference. As the tall thin beauty positioned herself onstage the pulsating beats of Nine Inch Nails began to play. She moved skillfully in shiny knee high red boots. She ran her fingers through medium-length black hair that had hot pink streaks in it. Her dance routine was sexy, violent, and almost acrobatic at times. I was mesmerized. “She’s the one I want.” I stated.

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