[hotfreudian]

It was the sort of stuff that wet dreams of young, raging males are made of. With an ah lian as my gf, a busty cheerleader as my "mistress" and a leggy athlete as my fb. After a few months of such an arrangement, it was starting to take its toll on my overworked penis and I had to slowly call for time off at times.

The clubbing dates with Ling started becoming less as a result. Thus, whenever I agreed to go with her, she would be very happy and make the extra effort to please me. She knew I'd love to get frisky on the dancefloor but she would always draw the line at exhibitionism so we didn't get very far often.

One particular date stood out though. It was a Thursday night at Double O (then) and Ling promised me a treat if I were to accompany her. I agreed. Upon reaching the club, I went to her usual dance spot and didn't find her. I proceeded to her usual spot at the bar counter and didn't find her. I messaged her, wondering where she could be as she had already informed me earlier that evening she was in.

In the midst of my typing, I felt the familiar pair of short arms grabbing me from behind. Smiling, I held her hands up, gave her a peck on both sets of knuckles and whirled her around. When my eyes took in what she was wearing that night, they would have popped out if they could.

Ling was dressed in chilli red halterwith the hem of her dress ending halfway up her thighs. On a pair of matching red killer heels, she was literally dressed to kill. Something was not too right though...

"You permed your hair?"

Her usually straight hair was replaced with one that was curled and made her look much older. This was like repackaging 101! Same girl, different feel! I grabbed her close and immediately planted my tongue into her mouth. Her kiss reeked with a mixture of vodka and bourbon. To my surprise, I felt her tongue responding to my prodding one. As our tongues snaked around each other, my right hand slid down to her ass and grabbed her butt firmly, pressing her body against mine, and her pussy against my dick.

Dry humping her for a few minutes, I thought I could feel her gyrating in response to my thrusting actions. When we finally released to gasp for air, I could not keep my eyes off her. I realised also, that I was not the only one. Being a flashy dancer, she attracted more than the usual lot of stares from the rest of the clubbers. Especially her dress. Whenever she turned, her dress would skirt up and if one looked close enough, they could even see the bottom of her butt cheeks...

"Wait. She's not wearing any underwear??"

On another of our kisses at the bar, I turned her to be facing the crowd so that her back would be against the counter. There, I felt my way up her thigh until my third finger a pathway up the cave where... it was immediately met with a slippery surface (of sweat and juice) with no fabric covering!

I looked at her and she gave me lusty smile. Realizing that Ling was without any form of inhibitions that night, I hastened to take advantage. Still in the same position, I drew up a bar stool and sat on it where I unzipped my jeans and fished my cock out. Guiding her hand to my raging hard-on, I proceeded to french kiss her while her rubbed my dick in the middle of the club. It was dark at that corner but definitely visible to anyone who happened to look in our direction. After a few minutes of the open petting, I was taken aback to feel her lips leaving mine and she disappeared under the counter, where she went on to insert my head into her mouth.

As my cock gradually became moistened by her flexible tongue, I couldn't resist and grabbed her head. Holding it in place, I got off the stool and began fucking her petite mouth there and then. After a few more strokes, I felt her gagging so I released my grip. When she stood up, I thought the fun was over so I zipped back up. She simply grabbed my wrists and led me to the dancefloor.

In the middle of the dancefloor, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started planting kisses all over my neck. She wanted more! I gamely held her closer and continued grinding hard against her pussy. That was when I felt her hug loosening and her right hand dropping to my cock and rubbing it. Whilst enjoying the rub, I took the opportunity to return the favour, only I reached under her skirt (not too difficult a task with her short dress and high heels) and played with her clit. As I rubbed harder, the texture of feeling clit became increasingly difficult, due to the slippery surface. Then...

zippppp..........

I felt my jeans being unzipped and her fingers wormed their way into my briefs! Once I felt my shaft being gripped firmly, I felt a tug and the rush of the cold air enveloped my cock. I was in the middle of a dance club, with my dick exposed for all the see!

Releasing my kiss, I looked at her in an attempt to figure out what was on her mind. I only had a glance of her smile before she reached up to kiss my forehead and in the process, shifted her body higher so that her pussy was rubbing against my head! No shit! She wanted it there and then?!

Scanning around quickly where I realised most of everyone was either engrossed in their own dance or too drunk to be kaypoh, I eagerly held her buttocks up to support her while she positioned her pussy over my cock. The wet tunnel made the entrance easier, though the height difference proved to be tricky. After a few minutes of pumping away to the clubbing music, my hands finally ached and I reluctantly pulled myself out of her. Indicating I had to go to the toilet, she nodded her head and signalled she needed to go as well.

For those who recalled the layout of Double O, the path to the washrooms was along a corridor, with the Ladies right at the end. When we reached the Males, I reached out my hand to push the door open but Ling did not let go of my hand. Instead, she kept walking towards the Ladies!

"Hey, the Males is here!" I shouted over the din of the loud house music playing then.

She simply walked on and dragged me after her. When we reached the Ladies, she pushed me against the wall, drew out my cock (yet again) and continued her blowjob from earlier. Now all thise rising and declining is slowly making its effects felt on my dick and I could feel the familiar tension building up.

You might wonder why there were no ladies visiting the toilet at that time? Well, the fact was that there were. All who passed us, looked down at her bobbing head, looked up at my somewhat embarrassed face, and then carried on to enter the washroom, as if we were part of the wallpaper!

Having been massaged interchangably by Ling's mouth, hand and pussy the whole evening, coupled with the fact that so many dolled up clubbers watched me receiving a blow job, my 2IC finally decided he had to perform his 21 gun salute and I emptied my milky sperm into Ling's mouth.

I could barely stand after that.