That Smell By A Friend
This was written by a friend of mine whom given me permission to submit it. If you enjoyed it or even liked it let me know, I will let my friend know.
Special thanks to Jere for doing the editing if it was not for him this would not be posted.
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I saw him enter with a slinky blonde-haired woman on his shoulder. She was wearing an all black leather dress, with a mink stole slung over her thin shoulders. She probably weighed about a hundred and ten pounds. Her legs went to her throat; her shoes were those really expensive high heels, which were also black, and probably leather. I just shook my head; how can something that plain be out with someone as nice as her; must be just eye candy. I usually don't look at the women that enter the bar - just the men, but the guy she was with made me shake my head and shiver. The man was probably in his late twenties, early thirties; tall, but not too tall - maybe about five nine; thick black hair cut short. Not sure if you could call it a beard, but since he had a few hairs on his chin, I guess it was a beard. He wore a pair of tight jeans, not new, but not raggedy old - just well worn. The orange long sleeve dress shirt had a few buttons undone, just enough to see a few black hairs on his chest. He also had on a dinner jacket , which was open. His belt was black, with a sliver buckle; not sure what style it was. He probably weighed about a hundred and fifty pounds. As they walked past where I was, he looked at me and gave me a smile, showing his teeth, that looked to be yellowish; then he winked at me. He was not something I even give a first glance to; no way in hell would I give him a second glance, or the time of day, but for some reason, when he passed, I could smell him, and that smell made me hard instantly. I turned and watched him walk away, as his ass swung back and forth. Me, I am short; I stand five foot six. I have light brown hair, that I keep cut in medium length, so I can style it different ways, depending on my moods. My eyes are hazel, and I have an upturned nose. My friends tell me it look like a ski slope, long then at the tip, and it goes upward. My tattoos are sprayed on. My teeth are shiny and white; I make sure to take care of them, since I cannot afford a dentist. I keep my weight down, since I am a dancer. My weight has to stay on the light side - our boss makes sure we stay fit. Most all the dancers I work with use drugs to keep their weight down, but I don't like how they make me feel; also, they make you vulnerable to attacks by the patrons. Anyway, while I was doing my job, this guy kept giving me winks and smiles; I just gave him a lazy grin, and went about what I was doing, which was serving drinks between shows. "Can I get you another one?" I asked, when he raised his glass; he nodded and pinched my ass. I left and came back with his beer and her mixed drink. He held up a folded bill, and gave me a sneer. Then he slipped his finger in the waistband of my uniform, which was just a pair of black speedo-type thing, and slipped the bill in, letting the elastic snap back into place. "Thank you." I gave him a smile, and then left. `Bastard!' I thought, as I walked away, and rubbed the spot where the elastic snapped. I learned a long time ago not to look at the bills they slip you, `cause it will make the other servers want to go for your patrons, and that causes problems. I headed back to the bar, as I slipped the bills from my pants and into my metal box, keeping my eye on the floor. Everyone had a box with our names on it; we also had the only key to the lock; it was to keep us safe from thieves, and the money safe, as well. Max didn't want any large bill on our person; maybe a five, but nothing higher. It was close to midnight, and I had just finished my second stage dance, when Max, our boss, gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. This told me I was supposed to meet someone in that room to give him/her a special dance. "They asked for you, so no selling the number, and you're supposed to come as you are," Max told me, as he pulled me close and licked my neck. He does this, but it's nothing personal; it's just him saying it gives him his salt intake for the night. He would never tell us if it was a male or a female, since most our dancers were homosexuals. I didn't care if it was male or female, as long as they kept their hands to themselves, if you know what I mean. A lap dance was a lap dance to me, as long as they kept their clothes on. I let out a sigh, dropped my tips into the box, and headed toward the back of the building, where the rooms are. I found the room, and knocked once, then entered. I about died when I saw him sitting there! He gave me that same sneer, and motioned for me to enter the room. Then he tipped his drink to his lips, and finished it. I just looked up at the ceiling, and shut the door. The music was playing, as he reached out and softly pulled me close to him. Then he kissed me hard on the mouth. At first I tried to pull back, but, for some reason, I just melted into his kiss. I took a deep breath, and smelled that scent that made me so hard when I had first smelled it. His hand went down to my dick, and he played with it through the material. Then he pulled back, and his mouth went to my nipple. As he sucked on it, I almost passed out. His tongue darted over it, causing me to convulse with pleasure. While his fingers gently pinched my other nipple, his mouth went back to my mouth, taking my breath, as he kissed me. Then he whispered, "Dance, my little kitten." He had a nice accent, but I was not able to tell what it was. I started to sway my hips to the music, and he kept up with me, never taking his mouth from mine, nor did his hand leave my dick, which was so fucking hard it hurt; and I know I was leaking slime on his hands. His hand left my dick, only to grab my ass cheek. Then the other one smacked me, which caused me to let out a moan of pleasure. By now, he had my ass cheeks into both his hand, and pulling this way and that, kneading them softly sometimes, then hard the next. I reached to fondle his dick through his jeans, but he stopped me. "You no touch me; I only touch you," he said, as he put my hand up on his shoulder. `Ok, I can live with that,' I thought, as his mouth found a spot on my neck that made me wiggle. I could feel his lips smile, as he did it again. I felt his fingers in my waistband, and before I could say `stop', my uniform was down around my knees, and my dick was in his warm mouth. I threw my head back and moaned. As he sucked me, his fingers gently moved into my crack. Then one finger gently rubbed against my hole, which made it twitch, and I spread my legs apart. His finger and mouth kept time with each other. Soon, he licked my dick, and then stood up and his head jerked to the stage in the room. I went over to it, as his hands came up under my arms, lifting me up, and then he sat me down with a plop. Next, he placed his hand on my chest, and pushed me back, so that my legs were up in the air. His hands took my hips, and pulled me off the stage just a little, so my ass was hanging off the edge. Then he grabbed a chair in the room, turning it so his chest was against the back of it. He sat there, opening up my cheeks, and his tongue began to gently swipe across my crack, causing me to shiver with delight. Then he licked my hole a few times, and went back to swiping it up and down my crack. Suddenly, I felt his tongue go into my hole. Deep within me, something started to shudder. A feeling of warmth spread through my body, filling me with a sense of happiness, joy, and relaxation. It almost felt as if I was high. Then I trembled, and shook, as I let out a gasp and bit my lower lip, to keep from yelling out. I could have sworn that something broke within me, because I felt like I was taking a piss, or cumming, only it was through my hole, not my dick. It was as if I had cum from inside. When my body stopped shaking from the warm feeling I just had, he stopped and give me a smile. "You like?" I only nodded; I was not able to make words just yet. He took my dick into his mouth, licking the pre-slim off me. Then he kissed my cheeks, and moved his tongue up to lick my navel, moving up to my nipple. His arms wrapped around me, and he hugged me to himself. Again, he lifted me up off the stage, and turned to sit on the sofa, as he continued to pull me close to him. `When did he take off his pants?' I thought, when I saw that he was naked from the waist down. He gave me a lazy smile, and pulled me closer to him. We kissed, as he rubbed my nipples, again. I don't know how many times he took me into his mouth. Once, I was standing on the sof fucking his face; then he moved down, grabbed my dick with his hands, and started to suck my balls, as he jerked me, or he would lick my ass. Every time I was near the point of no return, he would stop and change strategies on me, to let the edge go away. "Oh, man!" I moaned out, when his finger went up into my ass, as he sucked me. He pulled out his finger, and had me lay down on the sofa. Once again, he ate out my ass, while his hand jerked my cock at a rapid motion. My breath hitched in my throat, as my balls drew up. His head popped up between my legs, and bent my cock so that he could aim the head to his open mouth, and he caught all my slime without spilling any. Then he moved to my side, jerking his dick as I opened my mouth to catch his slime, as it fired out of his cock. Just as the last drop started to fall, he allowed me to take him into my mouth to clean him up. As we lay there chest to chest, cock to cock, kissing mouth to mouth, he whispered, "Next time we fuck, yes?" As he gave me one last kiss. "Yes," I hum again, he was gone; the only thing he left was his orange shirt. I grabbed it, held it to my nose, and took a deep breath. Yeah, that smell; the smell that made me hard was still there. Shoving it under my head for a pillow, I curled up on the sofa like a cat after drinking a bowl of warm cream. I was content and happy.