SLIMY WET NIGHTS (COLLECTION OF NAUGHTY NIGHTS)

Chapter 2 First Night on Stage🥵

Sophia’s legs felt weak as she stood backstage. A makeup artist had quickly done her face. It was dark smokey eyes and red lips that made her look like a completely different woman. She wore a tiny black lace lingerie set that barely covered anything. The bra pushed her full breasts up, and the thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks. She also had on sky-high heels that made her legs look longer.

Marcus stood beside her. “You look incredible,” he said softly. “Remember, you can stop anytime. But I think you are going to enjoy this more than you expect.”

Sophia’s heart was racing. Her p***y already felt warm and a little wet. “I am so nervous,” she whispered. “What if I mess up?”

“You will not,” Marcus replied, gently touching her lower back. “Just move with the music. Feel the eyes on you. Let them desire you.”

The lights on the main stage dimmed. The announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Gentlemen, please welcome our special new guest for tonight… the beautiful Sophia.”

The music started. It started slow, sensual, with a heavy beat. Sophia took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. Bright lights hit her body. She could feel dozens of eyes on her. Rich men in expensive suits watched silently from the booths.

At first, Sophia moved stiffly. She swayed her hips slowly, running her hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. The audience was quiet, watching her every move. Their attention made her n*****s harden against the thin lace.

“Relax, you've practiced this at home several times already.” she told herself. She closed her eyes for a second and let the music take over. When she opened them again, she felt different much bolder.

She turned around, bent over slowly, and showed her ass to the crowd. The thong barely covered her. She heard some men whisper. One man in the front row adjusted himself in his pants, his erection was clearly visible.

Sophia felt a rush of heat between her legs. She was getting wet. Like really wet.

She faced the audience again and slowly unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Her full, round breasts bounced free. Her pink n*****s were rock hard. Several men leaned forward. One older man licked his lips.

“Oh god,” Sophia thought. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but her p***y throbbed with excitement.

She cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, playing with her n*****s. A soft moan escaped her lips. The sound surprised her. It was picked up by the microphone and echoed through the club.

The men loved it. She could see more of them getting hard. Some were openly rubbing the bulges in their pants.

Sophia grew bolder. She dropped to her knees on the stage, spread her legs wide, and ran her hand down her stomach until she touched her thong. She rubbed her p***y through the thin fabric. It was soaked.

“I am so wet,” she realized. The realization made her even hornier.

She stood up, turned her back to the audience, and slowly pulled her thong down. When it reached her ankles, she stepped out of it. She was now completely naked on stage except for her heels. Her smooth, shaved p***y was on full display. She bent over again, spreading her ass cheeks slightly so they could see everything, her wet pink lips glistening under the lights.

Loud murmurs and appreciative sounds came from the crowd. Sophia’s face burned, but her body was on fire. Her p***y was dripping. A thin string of her juices ran down her inner thigh.

Marcus was watching from the side. He had a big erection in his pants.

The music changed to something faster. Sophia danced more confidently now. She grabbed the pole, spun around it, and pressed her naked body against the cool metal. She slid down slowly, opening her legs wide as she reached the floor. She touched her wet p***y again, rubbing her c**t in small circles while looking at the men.

One man in a dark suit raised his hand. Marcus nodded. Sophia knew what that meant a private room.

She finished her dance by crawling on all fours toward the edge of the stage, her breasts hanging and swaying. She blew a kiss to the audience and walked off stage to loud applause.

Backstage, Marcus met her with a robe. But he did not let her put it on fully.

“You were incredible,” he said, his voice rough. “They loved you. One gentleman has already offered ten thousand dollars for a private VIP session with you. Do you want to do it?”

Sophia was breathing hard. Her p***y was aching. “Yes,” she said, surprising herself. “I want to.”

Marcus led her to a luxurious VIP room. The lights were low and red. A big circular couch sat in the center. A tall, handsome man in his late thirties was already waiting. He had dark hair and a powerful build. His eyes lit up when he saw Sophia.

“This is Mr. Black,” Marcus said. “He is one of our best clients. I will leave you two alone. Remember the rules, you decide what happens.”

Mr. Black stood up and walked around Sophia slowly. “You are stunning,” he said. “So innocent, yet so sexy on stage. I could see how wet you were.”

Sophia blushed deeply but did not cover herself. “Thank you, Sir.”

He sat down and patted his lap. “Come here. Dance for me privately.”

Sophia straddled his lap, facing him. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her bare p***y through his pants. It was big and thick. She started grinding slowly, rubbing her wet slit along his bulge.

Mr. Black groaned. “f**k, you are soaking my pants already.”

Sophia moaned softly. The friction felt so good on her c**t. “I am really wet,” she whispered. “Dancing naked in front of everyone made me so horny.”

He reached up and squeezed her breasts. His thumbs rubbed her hard n*****s. Sophia gasped and ground harder against him.

“You have perfect t**s,” he said. “So full and soft.”

He leaned forward and sucked one n****e into his mouth. Sophia cried out in pleasure. “Ahhh! That feels so good!”

While he sucked her breasts, his hands moved down to her ass. He spread her cheeks and touched her wet p***y from behind. His fingers slid easily between her slippery lips.

“You are dripping,” he groaned. “Such a tight, wet little pussy.”

Sophia was losing control. She rubbed herself faster against his hard c**k. “Please… can I feel it? I want to see your cock.”

Mr. Black unzipped his pants. His thick, veiny c**k sprang out. It was rock hard and throbbing. Sophia wrapped her hand around it. It was hot and heavy.

“It is so big,” she whispered.

She stroked him slowly while he fingered her p***y. Two of his fingers moved in and out of her and wet, squelching sounds filled the room.

“I want to taste you,” Mr. Black said.

He laid her on the couch, spread her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue licked her p***y hungrily, long strokes from her entrance to her c**t.

“Oh my god!” Sophia moaned loudly. “Your tongue feels amazing! Please don’t stop!”

He sucked her c**t hard while pushing two fingers deep inside her. Sophia’s hips bucked. She grabbed his hair and pressed his face harder against her p***y.

“I am going to c*m!” she cried. “Please… I am so close!”

Mr. Black sucked harder. Sophia exploded. Her p***y clenched around his fingers as she came hard. Her juices flowed onto his tongue. She moaned loudly, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

When she finally calmed down, Mr. Black stood up. His c**k was leaking precum.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

Sophia looked at his hard c**k and nodded, still breathing heavily. “Yes… I want more.”