The next day, I swung by Street Whores and decided to grab a drink at the other bar under the X-Sisters. It is not as chic as the Flagship, but it has a rustic ambiance.
Over the bar counter, I had a lovely conversation with Tsai Cheng, a mixed-blood Eurasian like me. It was amazing to find out that she’s of Dutch and Chinese origin and now lives in Europe, while I was born into a French and Chinese heritage and now work in Asia.
Tsai Cheng had to excuse herself after receiving a call from a regular client who left me with my friend Leila in the bar. Leila was all smiles as I told her my naughty threesome with two X-Sisters escorts Yaya and Christina the day before.
She asked if I had already been to this outlet and explained that the X-Sister’s head office was just next door and a bedroom was upstairs for rest (and other relaxations).
There was also Candy’s furniture store (for interactive and immersive Lovense-enabled sex animations for those who would like to contact Robin).
I asked if Leila herself worked here at the Street Whores. She shook her head, saying only Yaya did sometimes. She came here just as a regular client, like me.
“But you’re overdressed for a drink, Leila,” as I noticed her fiery red, flirty short dress rolling up when she sat on the leather stool beside me. She pulled in nearer to me, letting me caress her firm butt while taking in the feminine scent.
„Du kleidest dich sehr spanisch für eine Berlinerin, und dass freut mich gern und macht mich sehr geil, immer!“ I flirt-whispered to her in German.
Leila blushed and kissed me, “That’s because of that Latin dance club yesterday. You horny again?”
I held her chin, “Leila you know… it’s you, not the salsa.”
I put my palm over her firm areolae, which were through the thin body-hugging fabric of her décolletage plunging neckline. Under my warm touch, I felt how firm and erect they were in my grasp.
Leila leaned on my shoulder, “Hmm maybe I should check if you get hard already.” I smiled back as a hint, so she unzipped my trousers, let her hand slide into the fly, and caressed my already hardening meat rod.
I helped her to get my enormous erection spring into life, “Leila, no wonder they say dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire… here’s a living breathing proof of the desire, voilà…”
Leila started to stroke my hardness as I enjoyed her expert fingers unbuckling my long pants and dropping them to the bar’s floor. At the same time, I lifted her pretty salsa dance skirt over her head in one swift motion, exposing her nakedness in all its natural glory.
“Tim, you want me right here at the bar?” Leila was a little cautious, but her hardening nipples gave her desires away.
“Yes. I want you here, making out with you publicly, Leila.”
Leila moaned lightly and then obediently turned around to offer herself as a slutty whore.
At the same time, I watched as her butts started pushing back at me with the rhythmic tune of the electric bar music.
“Tim, yes, yes, fuck me hard, use me to cumm!”
I forced my cock into her still-tight pussy, and I imagined how the blonde German girl would writhe and dance seductively on the dance floor at salsa. Within a few motions, I got her so wet we started pumping balls deep. I ripped off her top and left her firm C-cup boobs wiggling freely in the open.
I heard her moaning louder and sexier and sluttier and endearing, “Leila, you know I fucked Yaya yesterday in Jess’s motel, and you moan just like her.”
“Fuck me hard, use me, fill that pussy with cumm!” she whimpered over me.
“Yaya is a petite Chinese girl with a very tight cunt… and today you came to me offering your dripping German pussy… two flavors!” I talked dirty as I took off my jacket, as I was getting hot and sweaty.
Leila moved her ass in small circles as I fucked her hard and deep, doggy from behind, savoring how the circular motion added to the thrilling sensation. She moaned louder as I impaled her hard and deep, “Yes, cumm in my pussy… Don’t hold back!”
“Leila, I am so close, my slutty whore! Are you ready to climax with me?”
“Tim, fill me with it!”
An explosion ensued as I pressed against her cervix and filled her filthy tight pussy, depositing wave after wave of hot seeds directly into her fertile womb. We stayed glued there as I finished our copulation and ended a messy internal cream pie.
Finally catching my breath, I combed a mesh of her blonde hair behind her earlobes. “I hope you’re on pills, Leila.”
“No worries, Tim.” replied her with a smile.
I sighed out of relief. The quickie was so intense, and it felt different from yesterday’s threesome, as the one-on-one action was more intimate and intertwined with deeper emotional connections.
Instead of being raw and animalistic. The feeling of being together. The sense of being close…
Leila helped me withdraw my rod and then leaned onto me, “So naughty to do it in Jess’ bar,” she kissed me and bid me farewell before changing into her fishnet stockings for another dance date.
You want Leila as well?
You should read about her never-say-no challenge, which continues for another two weeks. You might find her on Firestorm Social.
Timothy Ling
