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Meeting a Dickies Girl
By Peg Thebois
I had never heard of Dickies before, let alone been there but when I
asked the cabbie where to go for a wild time this was where he dropped me
off. He even gave me his personal number for a pickup when I was done.
This was clearly a hook-up bar, I could tell by the atmosphere but it
took me a while before I realised the truth of what made this place so
special. After getting a drink from the bar I noticed one of the girls
standing by the wall. She was wearing a black tank top that read Dickies
Girl that strained to contain her large round breasts, and a pair of
black leather pants that squeezed and caressed every curve of her thighs.
Her skin was too brown to be just well tanned, and her hair was black and
curly, not tight curls but just sort of wavy.
Clearly she caught me watching her because she smiled at me. She reached
down with one hand graced with long fingernails with white tips and ran
it along the front of her pants. This was what in fact drew my attention
to the sizable bulge in the front of her pants. She rubbed her hand up
and down over the growing swell in her crotch, this could not be real,
this gorgeous woman had a cock?!
I felt a flutter in my stomach at the idea and turned away, what did it
mean? I found a table I could sit at and gulped down more than half my
beer in one swing. It was only a minute or two later when I was caught
by surprise as a fresh bottle was set on the table in front of me. I
looked up at the waitress who was standing beside me as she popped the
cap off the bottle. She had pale skin and blonde hair but it was the
same wavy style as the woman in the leather pants.
I was about to say I had not ordered another drink when she gestured
across the room. "The lady there would like to know if she can join
you?". I looked and it was the first woman I had noticed.
I glanced at the waitress, she was wearing a T-shirt with the bar logo,
knotted just under her breasts, and a mini-skirt that also had an obvious
lump underneath it. The waitress too? I was too baffled to say anything
so I just nodded.
The waitress signalled the other woman, was that even the right term?
She sat down with a mug of beer in her hand. "Hi there cutie, I'm
Camille, this your first time at Dickies?"
I nodded. "That obvious?"
"We get a lot of regulars here. The sort of women who fit in here, and
the sort of man who appreciates that sort of woman."
I glanced around. "So all these women here..." I just about said 'are
men' but stopped myself.
"Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's why
it's called Dickies."
I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but I
almost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.
Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It read
below the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what I
was expecting," I coughed.
Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottle
back to my mouth. I went to take a sip but her hand kept applying
pressure, forcing more of the glass bottle into my mouth. Puzzled I
stopped raising it but she managed to push just a little more in, I felt
the neck of the bottle at the back of my throat, what the hell was she
doing?
Clearly she felt my throat convulse around the bottle as she pressed her
thumb against the outside of my lips before withdrawing it and guiding my
hand back to the table. Glancing down at the bottle she chuckled as her
thumb was still in place marking exactly where my lips had been a moment
earlier. "Not too bad."
She couldn't be suggesting what I thought.
"So sweet lips, have you ever sucked a cock?"
My jaw dropped. "No, no; I'm not gay." What kind of question was that,
did I look gay? Maybe letting Camille buy me a drink was a mistake.
"Okay," she shrugged. "But look at me, do I look like a guy?"
She definitely didn't, she was gorgeous; as she took a sip of her own
beer she left a chocolate coloured lipstick stain on the glass. If I had
not seen the bulge in her tight leather pants I would never have guessed
she was anything but a woman. "No," I eventually admitted. "I'm sorry,
I've never met a woman with a cock before."
"Would you like to see it?"
I wasn't sure what to say, did I want to? I sipped the bottle of
Dickie's Milk in front of me as I thought about it. Why would I ever
want to see someone else's cock? Yet why couldn't I resist the idea of a
gorgeous woman like Camille with a throbbing erection sprouting from her
crotch?
After I couldn't bring myself to respond Camille reached out and wrapped
her hand around the bottle that I had set down on the table. She stroked
her dainty, feminine, manicured fingers up the bottle and swirled one
finger in circles around the mouth.
"I'll tell you what," she smiled, "I'll go to the bathroom, last stall.
If you want to join me feel free, if aren't interested I'll leave you
be."
I watched Camille's ass sway in their leather casing as she walked away.
I wondered what her panties looked like underneath, but then had to
reconsider, could a woman with a cock find panties built for her?
I sat there a minute longer pondering the situation I found myself in;
what was I doing here? Glancing around the bar I drank in all the women
around me, thinking about Camille's claim, did all these women really
have dicks? And the guys here, did they all know? Were all these men
really here looking to find a woman who had a dick?
Despite my misgivings I couldn't stop thinking of Camille, her
magnificent tits, her gorgeous face, the memory of her leather wrapped
ass but that inevitably ran to the cock she was packing in the front of
those pants.
Did I want to see it? Maybe just out of curiosity but I was not so naive
to think if I joined her in the bathroom she would just show it to me and
we would go our separate ways. There was an unspoken implication, if I
went into that bathroom Camille would want something of me. Did I want
that? That was a harder question to answer, but the fact that it was a
hard question to answer was slightly surprising.
Well, I didn't have all night. If I wanted to do this I had better do it
now. Slamming the rest of my pina colada I made my way to the bathroom.
I wondered if she meant the men's room or the women's but when I got to
the bathroom it was a moot point as there was only one.
I walked in and spied three people standing at the urinals. Two dressed
in jeans, clearly men, and one woman in a short skirted dress. Beyond
that was the rows of toilet stalls, and finally the last one.
The stall door creaked as it opened revealing Camille, her arms spread
and pressed against the walls. Her shirt was gone now and her breasts
hung open to the air, her nipples like little chocolate drops, dark and
inviting. I stepped inside and she pushed the door shut behind me.
As she held the door closed with one hand she used the other to unzip her
pants. I could feel the lump in my throat descend into my stomach in
time with the zipper lowering. Beneath her pants she was wearing black
lycra underwear marked at the front with a white skull and crossbones
which were tenting and even showed a damp spot at the front from her pre-
cum, was she that excited over me?
She slid the panties down just enough for her hard brown cock to spring
free and let them rest under her balls. It was huge and thick, at least
an inch or two bigger than my own in length and probably that much bigger
around. She rolled her foreskin back exposing the head.
"What do you think?" Had I been staring?
"It's..." What did you say about someone's cock? Nice seemed
patronising, beautiful maybe. "It's magnificent," I mumbled before even
consciously deciding on that description.
The hand that had undone her zipper set on top of my head. "Why don't
you get a closer look?". I allowed her subtle pressure to force me to my
knees, oh god, this was really about to happen.
'She must shave,' the thought seemed strange but it was what came to mind
as I stared at the first hard cock other than my own that I had ever
seen. There was not a single hair visible on her soft velvety skin, not
on her balls, her shaft or even any pubic hairs above her cock.
Mesmerised, I reached out towards the thing but stopped when Camille
cupped my chin in her hand and tilted my head back to look up at her.
"Do you know what my favourite thing about having my cock sucked is?" I
tried to shake my head but couldn't do a very good job of it with her
holding my head, still she got the message and continued. "Seeing a pair
of red painted lips wrapped around my flesh." The hand that had been
holding the door closed now dipped into her pocket and pulled out a tube
of lipstick.
"I have just the right shade for you my little bitch, it's called Eager."
She pulled off the cap and twisted it causing a bright red lipstick to
emerge. I tried to pull away, I didn't want to wear lipstick, especially
not one named Eager. Should that really have bothered me more than the
fact that Her cock was inches from my face, probably not; but it did.
"Ah, ah, ah," she scolded. "Keep still, I don't want to make a mess all
over your face. At least not yet," she added with a chuckle.
Camille opened her mouth, clearly demonstrating what she wanted me to do;
I swallowed nervously and copied her. She brought the lipstick to my
lips and I could feel it wet and sticky as she smeared it carefully onto
me. When she was done she put away the lipstick and tilted my head back
down, away from her eyes until her cock was once more pointed menacingly
at my face. This was insane, I wasn't really about to do this was I?
Perhaps sensing my reluctance Camille started stroking my hair. "It's
okay pretty boy. Don't overthink things. I'm a woman, you've gone down
on a woman before, right?"
"Yeah," I'd gone down on women numerous times. Don't worry about what I
was about to do, focus on who I was going to do it with. I was about to
go down on a beautiful woman, nothing wrong with that, right? Trying to
keep that in mind I opened my mouth and leaned forward, letting my lips
brush over Camille's member as it slid into my mouth. Just remember,
it's not gay, it's with a woman.
I felt the reassuring brush of her hand through my hair continue as she
eased slowly toward the back of my throat. "Keep your tongue flat when I
go in." I tried to follow her instruction and was rewarded with a high
pitched moan. I felt my throat start to tighten as she got to the back
of my mouth, the same as had happened with the bottle. As soon as she
felt this Camille eased back and pulled her cock out of my mouth. "When
I pull back I want you to swirl your tongue around the glans." I looked
down at the length which bore a couple of bright red smudges along it
from my painted lips; opening my mouth again I tried to do as instructed
but it was a strange motion for me. Instead of a moan this time she
deemed my attempt worthy of a giggle. "That's fine babygirl, you're
doing just fine." Then she pushed in again.
After another thrust in and out she did not withdraw completely, keeping
just the head of her cock in my mouth. I tried to twirl across the tip,
more successful this time, at least I think so. And with that we settled
into a rhythm, tongue flat in, swirl on the way out, tongue flat in,
swirl on the way out. In addition to the slightly salty taste of her
skin I could start to taste another creamy slightly sweet taste. My
tongue working on Camille's cock was starting to encourage pre-cum to
seep out of her, the longer it went the more she started to pick up speed
as she fucked my face.
"You are just a natural little cocksucker babygirl." There was a part of
me that prickled at her saying that; it wanted me to spit the hard cock
out of my mouth and get up off my knees. But there was a much stronger
part of me that denied doing that. This part also burned in humiliation
at this whole situation: kneeling here on the floor of a bar bathroom
wearing lipstick and sucking the cock of a beautiful woman; but this
larger and stronger part of me liked it.
Camille's breathing was getting harder and faster. "Ohh babydoll, I'm
almost there, I want you to suck on my balls." She pulled her cock out
of my mouth and it bobbed in the air for less than an instant before I
complied. I latched my lips around one of her balls and rolled it in my
mouth with my tongue. While I did that she reached down and started
stroking her cock. It seemed like just a couple seconds before she gave
a groan and stepped back. I closed my eyes as I felt hot spurts of her
cum splashing across my face. The smell of jizz filled my nose and my
head swam, if I had been standing I might have actually fallen over.
I just sort of drifted in a daze as Camille wiped the head of her cock
with some toilet paper before sliding it back into her foreskin. This
was so surreal, I had never even seen a hard cock in real life before,
except my own and here I was having just sucked the cock of a gorgeous
woman.
"Did you enjoy that Babydoll?"
"Yes Mistress."
Camille laughed. "Oh no sweet thing. I'm no-ones Mistress. If you want
to use a title, call me Miss."
She helped me to my feet and manoeuvred past me to help me sit down on
the toilet. "I'll leave you to compose yourself. And if you enjoyed
this, maybe next time I'll show you what else I like to do to little
sluts like you."
A shiver ran through me at the clear implication. Was that fear, was it
anticipation? I couldn't be sure.
I sat there for a while contemplating what had happened before deciding
that home was a better place for soul searching.
After a quick call to the driver who had dropped me off I went outside to
wait for him. A couple of women nearby giggled in their own private
conversation. I could clearly make out the one woman's dick pressing
against her tight skirt, but not in a way that was so obvious I would
have seen it if I wasn't looking for it.
When my cab arrived I got in and give him my home address. As he started
driving he glanced in the mirror and chuckled. "Someone had fun."
My face! It had completely slipped my mind to wash my face, I had been
walking around with bright red lipstick smeared around my mouth and cum
all over my face.
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