Smut Page 102 - magazine hot story

The air was thick and humid and hot just like the loud Spanish music coming from the large speakers near the dance floor. The club was packed with people wanting to escape their hum-drum lives and live for a passionate moment. The bartenders were rushing trying to fulfill drink orders and the cocktail waitress was buzzing around the tables like a busy bee trying to keep up.

When the song changed from the booming Spanish beats and lyrics to a subtle bass filled slow jam, Essa came out unto the stage dressed in her tight red corset and skimpy black mini skirt. Her sleek legs adorned with sexy black stockings gartered to something under that skirt. She had black patent leather go-go boots on that went up to her knees. She walked to the music onto the stage feeling the rhythm and letting the beats and notes move her body the way wind and butterflies move together.

Manny, who was sitting at a table alone looked at her in awe and bewilderment. He'd never seen a dancer like Essa. She was not your typical pole dancer. She was short, stout, yet graceful. She moved more like a ballet dancer than a gymnast. He thought the go-go boots were the perfect finishing touch. He watched with admiration.

She performed various dance moves around and about the pole, but did not climb the pole. She mostly danced her moves around the pole on the floor and only used the pole as if it were her dancing partner. Then when he least expected it, she slowly climbed off the dance floor and walked directly towards his seat.

"You seem to be enjoying my dancing," she said melodically, "Would you like a private dance?"

"You have private rooms?" he asked unaware of what this club offered.

"No," she said smiling at him flirtaciously, then she batted her fake eyelashes at him and rubbed her soft palm across his shoulder. She leaned in closer to whisper into his ear, "But maybe you do."

Then she seemed to glide back to the stage to finish dancing to her song.

Manny considered what she said already imagining them embraced in a kiss and her naked in his arms.

The night carried on with other dancers and the music blaring and the drinks pouring. Couples made out in corners. Dancers were getting tipped by tipsy men. Manny stayed seated in the same seat and no other dancer had shown him any special attention. He hadn't seen that first dancer in about an hour or so it seemed and he wondered where she had disappeared to. Then suddenly, she appeared as if to answer his question. She was wearing a feathery scarf around her neck like a shawl around her corset. She was looking right at him and walked directly to him again.

"Hi," she said when she was close enough, standing right beside his seat.

He looked her over and was amazed that for all her imperfections she was still quite a beauty. She had the face of an angel.

"Hi," he said back and boldly put his hand on her backside. To his surprise, she didn't back away but instead moved closer and rubbed her front thigh against his chair.

"I'm off now," she told him, "I have nothing else to do," she added hinting and hoping that he would pick up the cue.

"Oh," he said trying to think of what to do or say, "I like you," he splurted out.

She smiled satisfied. His clumsy but simple reply was adorable and she moved to sit on his lap. He seemed surprised again which she thought was a bit funny.

"Do you like me like this?" she said caressing his knees with her silky fleshy buttocks.

"Yes," he admitted.

"I like men like you," she said. "You're very handsome. I thought you'd have gone somewhere already with one of my girlfriends."

"I don't think they are interested in me," he told her and without thinking began to pet her hair.

"It's because you didn't flash your wallet," she informed him. "They don't waste their time on handsome if he's broke."

"But you do?"

"Are you broke?"

"You don't know," he said almost laughing with a shrug.

"That's why I asked," she said quickly and rubbed her soft cheek against his in a seductive pleasurable move.

"Does it matter?" he asked again.

"Not this time," she said.

"Then allow me to show you my private room," he said and stood up taking her by the hand. They walked out of the club hand in hand and he escorted her to his car. He opened the door for her as if they were a proper gentleman and lady. She sat in the seat and before long he was driving them both to his place.

It was a lovely house with a two-car garage that opened when they arrived. He parked his car inside and opened the passenger door for her again holding out his hand to help her out of the car. She took hold of his hand, pulled herself out of his car, then pushed her body unto his rubbing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

He didn't hesitate then. He quickly threw his arms around her waiste pulling her even clser and his lips came crashing down upon her for their first wet passionate kiss. The fire was lit for both of them and their hunger fed the frenzy. She pulled his shirt out of his belted pants and slipped her palms underneath to feel the flesh of his back grabbing hold of his shoulder blades. He kissed her neck with the same loving adoration he was providing her while she danced and sent goosebumps around her flesh. They continued kissing and he yanked at the corset until her breasts were free and before his sight. Then he pushed her against the passenger side of his car and began to devour her breasts as if they were a meal that he had hungered for centuries about. She moaned in pleasure which made him erect and more desirous. Her breasts were plump and soft and delicious like her juicy kiss. Her right leg rose to embrace him from behind his thigh as she moaned in delight begging for more and more.

She carefully undid his belt as he was still worshipping her beautiful breasts, and when she could she slipped her hand inside to feel the hardness of his manhood. His erection was perfect, standing tall and willing and ready and as she stroked it yearning for all it could do for her she closed her eyes and moaned again and felt it bob upward in her palm.

"You've got the whole world in your hand," he joked licking her neck again and going in for another kiss. They swirled their tongues together again as she stroked his long hard rod. He moaned this time as they kissed and kicked off his pants. Then he pulled off her mini skirt like a beast and picked her up and gently placed her on the hood of his car. He spread her legs and dove in, licking her like she was the best gourmet dinner he ever had received. She began to drip like a river, flowing juices on his tongue and he drank her with a thirst that had gone on for too long. She moaned again in ecstasy and grateful to this man for the pleasure he was providing.

"Oh God, I love that," she said gratefully.

He licked her more and she poured out her juices for him.