This time my mistress was ready for it. Just as my juices were about to spew forth, my mistress stopped and kneeled down beside me. I moaned in disapp...intment as I felt my orgasm begin to recede without being finished but my mistress took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it, building my orgasm up once more. She watched me for any sign that I was about to cum, and just as I was on the point of climaxing, would suddenly stop. When she was sure the feeling had faded again, she would start. It was on that following Saturday that we went out, the nights were getting chilly, I wore a pink turtleneck, miniskirt, with thigh high fishnet stockings and over the knee leather boots.I was assured this club was an lgbt friendly atmosphere and there'd be nothing to worry about. It was an amazing night dancing on the floor, perhaps a few too many drinks. It was by the door waiting for Alecia to come back in from a cigarette break that the Bouncer began talking to me."I like your outfit" he. He looked down at me."Interesting. You're one of the few girls that still has one of these nowadays." He laughed and as I was starting to laugh myselfHe thrust himself into me, tearing my hymen and causing some of the worst pain I've ever felt. I pressed my face up into his shoulder, screaming and sobbing while he tried to calm me down."Shh...Ok ok relax. Relax. Just relax." And eventually the pain started to subside and instead it felt...good. I lay back and drew my hands away only to reveal. After her pain subsided, I gave a retry.. This time, it did not pain her. and she was enjoying. I was in missionary position. I was giving her strokes. With every push, she moaned load. I kept stroking her. Meanwhile, I was sucking her breast and she was pushing my head deep in her body.I kept stroking her. She made all types of sound… “Aaahhh… ahhh… aur karo… maza aa raha hai..” I was kissing her. After 5 mins of fucking, she screamed..Manali: “mera nikalne wala hai..”Me: “Mera bhi…”Manali:.