I first spotted Jin at The Element, a nightclub in town. For the first hour of our acquaintance I called her Lynne, Jen, Jim and possibly another half-dozen names all of which were wrong. Once out of the nightclub I ascertained her correct name: Jin — short for… Jin (her father was Chinese).

Jin was a freak. She danced all night on her own — but she was not alone. She had several male and female friends with her and flit between several people — one of which was, thankfully, me! She also sampled all 3 floors — each with its own kind of music. She favoured the house on the 2nd floor to the disco (on the ground floor) and the Techno (on the top floor), but was perfectly happy wiggling about to almost any kind of music.

When they kicked us out at 2pm, I was hastily finishing my drink when she danced her way towards me, even though the music had finished and the bouncers were ushering everyone out. We chatted some more and she made it clear she wanted to dance some more. I invited her to mine, telling her I am a dance instructor and I have the room, the music and the expertise. She considered my offer carefully for a full half minute — and then agreed!

We got a taxi to mine and despite attempting to dance while seated in the taxi we managed to chat for about a bit and then even had time for a quick cuddled, grope and kiss before arriving at mine. She went straight to the studio and admired herself in front of the huge mirror.

“I look a wreck!” she said, trying to straighten her straggly, long black hair. I just laughed and tried to say something to correct her but instead just stood there and admired her: Long, straight, raven-black hair. It was a bit all over the place by now as was most of her makeup. Her skin was perfect, white, unblemished by tattoos or piercing — at least that I could see. There wasn’t much hidden out of sight by her tiny black mini and tank-top but there was always a possibility there was a strategically placed tattoo somewhere. I could only imagine…

“You look sexy!” I eventually managed and she looked at me through the mirror and smiled. All the while she never stopped dancing, even though there was no music. She even kept her high heels on which was even sexier.

I offered her another drink, but she declined. She just carried on dancing so I went and got myself a coffee. My ears were thumping and bursa escort I was definitely tipsy. The coffee did me good. I was quite reluctant to go back into the studio again as she had cranked some house tunes back on and I was just grateful I didn’t really have neighbours. But once in I was in heaven. She was still dancing away, lost in the music. So I sat myself in a comfy seat and just watched while I drank my coffee.

She put a lovely show on for me. She danced around slowly, using the whole room. Her arms and head were going crazy yet from the waist down she moved really slowly and sexily. She would crouch all the way down, stroke herself and stand again. She had strong legs — not surprising if she behaved like this on a regular basis. She really took her time and make sure to give me every angle as she did. Facing me I could see her black thong when she crouched all the way down and when she had her back towards me she would make sure to bend over more than crouch giving me the most delightful view!

Meanwhile she stroked her face, her neck, chest and belly, legs, the inside of her thighs when she crouched and her bum when she bend over. All the while she smiled, pouted, blew kisses to me and licked her licks sensuously. Occasionally she would play with her hair and her boobs and before long she had traversed the entire width and breadth of the room; she came close enough for me to touch and then away again up against the mirror.

It was like a lap dance but much better, somehow! She didn’t try to make it slow and sexy and in fact most of the time she conjured images of “Head-less chicken” or “Frog in a blender”. At the same time it was much more subtle and sensual than the R like a dog; planting the whole surface of her tongue on me and licking upwards until every inch of my face was covered in her saliva.

I carried on hammering away to the rhythm of the music and she loved it.

“Oh yeah! Fuck me… Fuck Dance me!” She whispered. She gradually got louder, still interspersed between her frantic lickings. “Fuck… Dance me! Fuck me, fuck me… Dance me!” She giggle and screamed “Fuck dance me!” It was so magically distracting that I could not concentrate much so I lasted a good several minutes. A feat I never would have managed normally. She wiggled her bum underneath me and kicked her legs happily and as I noisily slapped home she görükle escort half spoke-half yelped:

“FUCK DANCE! — FUCK DANCE!…. ooooooo PHUK DANCE!… PHUK DANCE!”

I had to let out a giggle as I stopped for a second and she looked at me and started laughing heartily. So I slapped it into her with fury, just once and stopped again.

“Oooo…yaoo — Phuk Dance!” she yelped. So I repeated.

“Iiiiiieeeee Dance!”

“Mmmnngg Fuck! Fuck… again.. Fuck!

It was ridiculous. I slowed right down and just watched the reaction on her face. Eventually, the deranged little tart started thrashing to the music again — almost as though she was bored of waiting for me to slap up her. She started nodding to the music and trying to sing the music. Especially any heavy base lines:

“Boom, boom, boom…” she nodded happily. And then as I slammed my cock to the hilt it would seamlessly change to a happy, surprised “…WeEeEeE!”

“M — m — m — m Mngiiihahahaah!”

“La-lala-lala.. Aaaaa…!”

She grabbed my head again and locked eyes with me, making me stop mid flow.

“You Fuck Dance me… I’ll fuck sing … just go slow….” She was almost begging but without using the word ‘please’. I was happy to oblige of course. So I looked at her face trying to ascertain whether she meant slow-as in the opposite of fast or the opposite of hard. She just threw her head back and pointed her index fingers upwards and started drumming to the beat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” she said over and over again as her arms drummed away. Perfectly in rhythm to the music and my fucking. I had to skip a beat because the house music was too fast and she implied she wanted it slow so I tried to comply. She slightly changed her tune to a happy:

“Yeah-yeah-yeah… baby.. Baby???” she asked and when I looked at her perplexed she smiled, opened her eyes wide and laughed: “Fuck dance!” in a cheery voice.

“Oooo-oooo-ooo…. A! oooo-ooo-ooo A!” I was lost and confused but deliriously happy. Only problem was that slowing down made it much harder for me to not blow my load. Somehow when I sped up the intensity was reduced and could thrust away for a bit longer. So I ignored her request and sped up.

“Ha- ha-ha HA-YA!… HA-YA!… HA-YA!” I interrupted her mid-flow but I could now go a bit longer and harder and so I did. escort bayan The noises she was making and the faces she was pulling eventually took me over the top.

“I’m going to cum!” I grunted in her ear. So she opened her eyes wide and squeezed my head in her two hands again. She cackled like a witch and licked my face again. Then she blew in my face, making a harsh howling sound as she inhaled and exhaled by blowing in my face. The draft cooled my face deliriously and I slowed up again.

“Cum all over my body, baby! Cum-Dance me!” And then giggled again. I just had to pull out of her and straighten myself. My legs trembled and my arms ached from where I was leaning on the chair. I stood there for a few seconds and admired her again. She carried on wiggling and thrashing to the music. She smiled and winked at me. My cock stood furiously ahead of me; red, purple; veiny and glistening. She looked at it and grinned happily. So she started humming and dancing; of course. I went to grab my cock but she kicked my hands away and sat up.

“That looks too tasty. Let me have some!” and she gobbled up my cock. “MMMmmmMMM” she said. The vibrations of her voice a new, awesome feeling. “Pussy-flavoured cock!” She took it back in her mouth, as deep as she could and started humming the music with my cock nudging the back of her throat. She threw her arms up and thrashed and tried a muffled murmur to the music but the vibrations on my cock just threw me out of control. I pushed her away and she giggled, hopped back onto her chair and opened her arms and legs towards me. “Cuuuuuum daaaaaaance meeeee!” she shouted. I grabbed my cock, pulled on it and took a half-step closer. I stroked another couple of time and a huge dollop of thick, white jism splurted forth angrily. I was left wide-mouthed mid flow and grunting. It easily jumped the two feet to her body and splashed all over her glowing-with-perspiration face.

That stopped her mid flow. For a split second she looked at me in shock and horror. Then a huge smile filled her face and a loud, hearty giggle drowned my groans. Then a second jolt of my hips was followed by an equally large ejaculation of spunk that hit her face, landed in her open mouth and on her chin. The first one stopped her singing, this second one stopped her laughing and a very serious look of concentration took hold of her. Another splurt landed on her tits and she frantically started rubbing it all over her body. My cock carried on twitching and chucking more, hot, thick white cum on her and she scooped it all up put in her mouth and let it drip back onto her chest.