Ivy and the spanking line

I recognize I get a little irrational when I start growing codependant. It’s just part of who I am. I got upset with Brad and we almost didn’t make it to the club. I had wanted to spend the evening with him before the club so I asked him to be at my house at 4. At 3:30 he calls and says he’s at Costco and that he still needs to run home and get ready and he’ll text me his ETA when he’s leaving. At 5pm I start getting irritated. It was partly my own fault.

I was literally sitting on the couch just folding clothes, watching a movie and waiting for him to text me to start showering and getting ready. I felt 1.5 hours was ample time for an update of some sort and when I didn’t receive it I started seething a bit. In childish retribution I then didn’t let him come early. I changed it so he was just picking me up for the event and even then I delayed him once, made him wait even after that and almost completely cancelled going altogether.

I did say I was being irrational.

We finally made it to the club at about 9:30. I was abysmally disappointed that there was no one at the “Girl Candy” event. Sasha the MC was prancing around and she did delay the show as much as she could waiting for an audience but when the show started there were maybe a dozen of us.

I had a fucking blast though!!! For starters we had encountered this hot as hell couple at the buffet and they kept us company. Ivy was a sultry raven beauty that oozed sex appeal. Her daddy Dom was an older hunky masculine lumberjack of a man. By older here I mean my age. Lol. Ivy is quite literally half that.

Brad was filling me with champagne and even Sasha bought us drinks and asked me to be part of her show. She insisted it would be innocent and I couldn’t say no to her. I of course had no idea what I was in for.

The show started and 3 fabulously sexy trans beauties danced and pantomimed to some hella sexy songs. One of which I need on my playlist. It was all about “my pussy”. Made me laugh so hard. I ended up grinding on one of them. His ass pressed against me as I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me harder. Brad gave me money to tip them all nicely. I had so much fun. Because the audience was so sparse they interacted with everyone.

Then just when I thought the show was over audience participation begins. Sasha drags out the massage table and takes her first victim. She undressed him to his cute chonies and proceeds to spank him and mount the table suggestively positioning herself onto him. Such a howl we all had. He was a great sport. Then she called Brad and I. She took off his shirt and belt and had him lay on the table. She then had me hike up my dress, climb up on the table and straddle his face. He was trying to get to me but I maneuvering myself just out of his reach. Lol.

Then she had me stand at his waist and gave me his belt. She flopped him onto his stomach and here is where I needed very little instruction. So much so she had to actually stop me. I was getting a bit carried away. Next she laid me on the table on my tummy and hiked up my dress to show everyone my thonged ass and had Brad spank it bare handed. Unbeknownst to me he (of course) suggested everyone spank it too and Sasha lined everyone up to take a swat. When she finally got me up I was deep in subspace and very sexually aroused. Brad had to steady me as I had a hard time walking back to our table.

Ivy was such a minx. Her eyes and perfectly sculpted eye brows pierced through me. When she said that I aroused her and that she wanted me to dominate her I didn’t need much more prompting. I held her hand and walked her into one of the open rooms and proceeded to have my way with her. She was so fucking hot. Her tight body a beautiful milky shade, her hair silky smooth and long. I pulled it and her into my mouth and bit on her gorgeous nipples.

And to my own surprise I also sucked on her lovely nectar. It was heaven. Her little clit so soft and her shaven vagina so smooth and just so fucking tasty. A nice switch from the assholes I generally lick (literally). Lol. Which I do enjoy (not complaining) but she tasted so much better. She was naked and I was still fully dressed. I did at one point take off my wig just to get at her easier. I realized though as enjoyable as it was that I had zero clue how to get her off. Men I think I mostly know…. but women…. even with me being a woman… I am clueless about. I even whispered for her to tell me what she needed and hard as I tried I just couldn’t get her there. But boy was trying fucking hot. This was the very first time I ever did anything like that. Both a woman and an audience.

I wanted to get her there so bad too but my own frustration at my inept ability finally got me to tap in her Dom. This was after he had wanted to join and I had pushed him away. I had wanted her all to myself. I guess he wasn’t into public display and promptly escorted her out of the club to “fuck the hell out of her” where his departing words.

Update: talked to Ivy. They both ended up hooking up with another couple after we played . Didn’t clarify if they played privately or not. Hopefully I’ll get all the juicy details next weekend. I’ve invited her to go dancing. Can’t wait!!!

This was right before the club.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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