Pussy-Snatchers of New York part 16 of 18

Pussy-Snatchers of New York part 16 of 18

By D Clark 2001

The mysterious woman scanned the inside of the club until she laid her eyes on Sherri. Sherri felt her heart skip a beat as the woman gazed upon her. Her heart started beating fast as the woman walked to the bar and sat at a stool. Sherri knew she had to make this woman hers. Sherri was so turned on by the mere sight of her that her panties instantly dampened. It seemed like until now Sherri had never known the true meaning of lust. Sherri would never feel fulfilled until she had bedded this woman.

Now that the mysterious stranger was close, Sherri could see that the woman had an unnatural eye color. Her twinkling eyes had almost a purple hue to them. Sherri was surprised the newcomer didn't wear a coat over her dress it was the middle of autumn and already freezing outside.

Sherri had to clear her throat before she regained the capacity for speech. Hey there, stranger!

The woman stared at Sherri for a few seconds before replying, hello.

What are you up to tonight, sugar? Sherri asked in the sultry voice she reserved for her seductions.

I was taking a walk in your, Central Park? the woman answered questioningly. Sherri couldn't place her accent. Was it Eastern European? Her voice sounded hesitant, as if she were unused to speaking English.

Out there by your-self in the Park this late at night Sherri said, impressed. That's pretty dangerous.

The woman flashed Sherri a mysterious smile and looked at her with a gaze that pierced through Sherri's friendly veneer. The woman's look communicated untold promises that she could give Sherri the best sex she would ever have. The type of pleasure Sherri had only dreamed about. Sherri had to shake her head and clear her throat to dispel the image of this woman without clothes that popped into her mind. Suddenly the room felt very warm. I can take care of myself, the woman answered after a pause. Sherri had already forgotten her question.

I bet you can, Sherri replied with a grin. Well do you have a name, or should I just call you an angel?

I definitely would not refer to me that way, the woman said as she leaned forward so Sherri could see more of her cleavage. Oh my good God, Sherri thought as she snuck a peek down at the sexy woman's bosom. This stranger was the first woman Sherri could ever truly call irresistible.

I doubt you could pronounce my real name, the woman continued. Her eyes scanned the wall behind Sherri until she noticed a map of the five boroughs. How about you just call me Brooklyn!

Sherri threw her head back and barked a laugh. Okay beautiful but, only if you call me Bronx.

Brooklyn stared at Sherri for half a moment before she said, I believe you are joking.

Glad you can keep up. So do you live in the City?

No. I am only visiting for now. Brooklyn leaned back on her stool and relaxed. I am considering making this my permanent home though.

Sherri presented her hand to Brooklyn and said, welcome to New York. Brooklyn grasped Sherri's offered hand delicately. The soft touch of Brooklyn's skin made Sherri's heart beat even faster. Brooklyn's fingers and palm felt as smooth as silk. "Let me know if you need me to show you anything while you are here," Sherri said with a wink.

You will be the first I turn to for assistance, I assure you. Brooklyn let her hand drop and Sherri regretted not getting to feel this beautiful woman for longer. Sherri could only imagine how amazing it would feel to run her hands up and down the curves accentuated by Brooklyn's dress.

A Manhattan for our new guest Sherri declared. It's only appropriate for a newcomer to our fabulous city. This one is on the house. Sherri began mixing the vermouth, whiskey, and bitters with ice to create Brooklyn's drink. She shook the mixing glass to mix the concoction together and strained it into a cocktail glass. Sherri grabbed one maraschino cherry to put in the glass and a second to pop into her mouth. She presented the drink to Brooklyn who began slipping from it.

Trying to make small talk and attempt to keep Brooklyn's interest Sherri asked, So where do you come from anyways? I couldn't place your accent. Did you just fall from the stars to earth? Sherri knew it was a cheesy line, but she would do absolutely anything and use every trick in her book to make this woman hers.

Brooklyn just used her mysterious smile and replied, You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Sherri continued engaging in conversation with Brooklyn throughout the night as she kept feeding her free drinks. Sherri hoped the alcohol would make Brooklyn more amicable but it didn't seem to have much of an effect. She had gulped down three cocktails in less than an hour and her speech remained unsulfured while her motions betrayed no signs of tipsiness. Some of the regular customers tried hitting on this beautiful woman who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Jean tried awkwardly to flirt with Brooklyn but a stern glare from Sherri quickly made the mature woman back off. There was no way Sherri would let Brooklyn leave this bar without her. Besides, this beautiful minx was way out of the middle-aged Jean's league.

Janet and Ellen seemed to momentarily forget their vows to fidelity and came over to sit at the stools on either side of Brooklyn. They were hypnotized by lust the same way Sherri was. They both laid hands on Brooklyn's legs and ran them up and down her thighs as they tried flirting with her. Brooklyn exchanged pleasantries with the married couple but refused to banter with them. Janet moved her hand inside Brooklyn's thigh and brushed her fingers against Brooklyn's crotch while Ellen invited Brooklyn to sit with them at their table. Brooklyn politely rebuffed their advance, so Janet and Ellen shrugged at each other and sat back down. Sherri couldn't help feeling satisfied by the disappointed look on their faces.

An obviously drunk Paige came up to the bar to try her chances with the gorgeous newcomer as well. Genevieve looked on furiously as her new lover hit on another woman right in front of her. Serves her right, Sherri thought. Paige was so drunk that her slurred speech could barely be understood and she acted far too bold with her flirting. Her hands rubbed Brooklyn's back as she spoke with her and Paige reached a hand down the front of Brooklyn's dress to cop a feel of her large breast. Paige tried to play it off as an accident, but she had obviously squeezed Brooklyn's chest and pinched her nipple. Brooklyn narrowed her eyes to glare at Paige for her presumptiveness.

You should come home with me, sexy thing, Paige bellowed drunkenly. I got a little girl we can play with. Paige burped and then started hiccupping before continuing. Paige held her hand up and whispered to Brooklyn as if she were telling a great secret, that ginger doesn't know she's submissive yet. But we can learn her good. I can make her do anything you want. And I mean anything. Paige looked straight at Sherri and said by the end of the night I bet we can make her drink your piss.

Sherri glared furiously at Paige as she seethed inside. How dare that bitch refer to that episode in public Sherri was willing to try just about any kinky sex once, but was disgusted and ashamed of her-self that she had allowed Paige to use her for Paige's water sports Paige hadn't even obtained Sherri's consent before urinating on her after they had sex the first time.

I do not think I will join you, Brooklyn told Paige. You are too rude and vulgar for my taste.


By nutbuster