 Due to the cost-cutting excercises and staff cutbacks it has been a stressful week at the company where I am employed. So I am more happy to accept a colleague and friend’s invitation to hit the town on Saturday night for a few cold ones and if we are real lucky maybe even get some action.
As the laughter and liquor flow and we eye up the available talent the worries of the previous week slip away. Whether it was due to an excess of alcohol or testosterone, maybe both, I find myself eagerly agreeing when it is suggested we move on to a stripclub. I figure if I don’t like what’s on offer I can always just down the 2 drink minimum and leave.
"It’s not called Seventh Heaven for nothing," Jim chipped in. Turned out the sly dog had been there before and kept uncharacteristically quiet about it.
After managing to talk our way past the doorman we enter into the dimy lit club. It is already pretty busy, some college guys, a group of businessman and some loners, there were even one or two women all enjoying the proceedings. As I suspected it was all pretty much run of the mill and I made my mind up to leave after the next drink . . . that is until you stepped onto the stage.
Mesmerised, it’s as if everything else melts into the background all I see is you and all I hear is the sultry beat you move to. Even my two normally rowdy companions have fallen silent. You are not a beauty in the classical sense but there is something raw, sensual and wildly sexy about you. There is not a man in the room who does not want you and not one woman who does not want to be you. Already I feel my cock hardening and that is before a stitch of clothing is removed. My eyes travel up your long stellar legs, halting briefly at the hint of thong covering the pussy your short skirt does nothing to hide before making it to the generous curves of your obviously natural breasts. The miniscule bikini top you are wearing is already losing the battle to keep them contained as you begin your dance . ..
As the sleazy beats of Prince’s Erotic City start up I begin my set, but there is something different tonight, from the moment I set foot on stage I am aware of your presence. Even in the glare of the spotlight I see your eyes burning with undisguised lust. I feign indifference and continue with the show. I slowly wind my body around the pole, twisting and turning, stretching my limbs in preparation for what is to come. With my bare back to the pole, front to my appreciative audience I lower myself into a crouching postion, allowing only the briefest flashes of the delights ahead. The group of college guys begin to chant "Off! Off! Off!" and my pussy throbs in time. There’s no greater aphrodisiac than knowing eveyone in the room wants to fuck you. I oblige and remove my bikini top, teasing the audience to feverpitch as I cup each exposed tit and toy with both achingly hard nipples. I turn around to grip the pole, legs splayed apart, ass thurst out and raise my skirt over my cheeks as I bump and grind to the music.
I undo the ties at either side of my thong and let it fall to the floor to cries of approval. My eyes lock with yours as the scrap of material which passes for my skirt joins it. The hungry look on your face pulls at my already soaked cunt and I find myself thinking how badly I want to fuck you. Moving back to the pole I grab it with both hands, hook one leg around it and raise the other one vertically above me. Even from that upside down position I can see your hands have moved beneath the table and you are rubbing furiously at the unmistakable hard bulge you are sporting. Leaving the pole I deliberately slowly crawl my way across the stage to directly in front of where you are sitting. You make no attempt to join the men who are clamouring to push rolled up notes between my breasts but I only have eyes for you. Kneeling so far back on my haunches that my long, brunette hair brushes the stage behind me I slip my hand down to my shaved pussy and spread it wide open for your veiwing pleasure. My eyes never leave yours as several notes are shoved deep inside and I know you do not miss my moan as some of them linger a little too long and accidently-on-purpose brush against my bare mound and lips.
The music stops and I gather up my strewn clothes making sure you have a clear view of my ass. I turn around and give you an inviting smile and blow you a very sexy kiss before sashaying off the stage.
"I’m going home with that," I announce to my highly amused friends.
"The only thing you will be going home with is an empty wallet," they laugh.
Their good natured humour falls on deaf ears I am already out of my seat and engaged in conversation with the manager. I have the last laugh as their jaws drop when I walk past on my way to the VIP lounge. "Don’t wait up, lads," I grin.
My heart pounds and my cock throbs with anticipation as I sit in the longue waiting your arrival. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I am not leaving this place without fucking you. I do not have long to wait, you enter into the room wearing only a red silk robe and a warm smile. Now this is actually happening I am at a loss for words. You lean over me and whisper into my ear "What can I do for you, baby?"
In a vocie that I am not sure is my own I growl. "Get over here, sit on my face and cum for me."
You do not need asked twice, Still in your killer high heels you place one foot either side of my lap so you are standing above me your pussy so close I can breathe in the intoxicating aroma of your arousal. You allow the robe to fall to the floor. I can take no more and grab your ass my mouth fastening over your clit and I suck pull and torment the hard little nub with my tongue. Again and again I lap at you as you grind hard on my face. I begin to tongue fuck you pushing as hard and as deep as I can. One hand moves to your tit as I squeeze and roll a full nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Already you are moaning with longing and I know your release is imminent. I stop, deciding not to make it that easy for you, longing to tease you the way you have me, I slide only the very tip of two fingers into your hot dripping sex and move them in circles. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it!
I desperately strive to grind against your fingers willing you to push them deeper and to continue grinding against your open mouth and probing tongue. It feels so good I don’t want it to stop. Hearing your deep voice demand I tell you what I want almost plunges me headlong into climaxing there and then. I struggle to hold back wanting you every bit as much as you want me.
"Please, please fuck me . . now," I groan. "I want your cock deep inside me."
I climb down from the couch and you, and get on all fours on the solid glass table in the middle of the room. The coolness of the glass feels fantastic agaisnt my overheated body.
I get up from the couch and run my hands over your back and ass deliberately avoiding those areas I know you are longing for me to touch. "Is it my cock you want or would any cock satisfy you?" I am rewarded by another sexy groan as you hear me undo my zipper. Without waiting for a reply I push apart your ass cheeks revelling in the glorious view displayed before me. I can hold back no longer and plunge my throbbing prick as deep and as hard as I can into your waiting pussy. I feel you contract your drenched walls around me as I pump into you. Spreading your ass cheeks I cannot resist slipping a single digit into that tight little asshole. Your groans of pleasure are music to my ears.
It takes all my strength to remain on the table top under the onslaught of your thrusts. Your cock is bigger, thicker than I had imagined and it feels like you are splitting me in two. My cunt juices drip down the length of your shaft and over your balls. "Oh, it’s your cock, only yours!" I scream back at you. "Just fuck me!" Before the sentence is finished I feel you push against my ass and slide a finger all the home. I buck back against you as hard and fast as I can, out of my mind with lust, trying to match you thrust for thrust, a pair of wild animals intent on outfucking the other. I can hold on no longer as the waves of intense orgasm surge through my body, the harder you slam into me the harder I cum.
I love the way you fuck me back trying to take me over the edge even though you are barely holding on yourself. With each lust fuelled thrust I feel you try to milk my cock and I realise I am not going to be able to hold back for as long as I’d like. The first waves of your orgasm trigger mine and I ride it out as my vision blurs white and my balls contract and I spurt a quart of cum deep inside you. Finally spent and somewhat saited for now our bodies collapse entwined in a tangle of sweat drenched limbs.
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