by Ward, Penny
As his kisses led down my body, my head spun.
He had me.
He was completely in control of me.
Damon kissed the inside of my legs, filling me with desire. His breath drifted across my pussy and sent shivers up my spine.
I was already wet as his fingers danced gently and slowly on the outside of my wetness.
Then…
Oh…
Wow…
His tongue touched me.
His soft, juicy tongue touched my pussy.
Wow…
My legs fell to the side, letting his tongue lick my juices.
Oh…
My head was spinning already.
But then…
Then his wet tongue brushed over my clit.
Oh my…
My head became lost.
My wet pussy became even looser.
His fingers pushed inside me as his tongue licked my lips. Oh… that felt so good. So amazing. His fingers gently played inside my wetness, and I could feel the orgasm already beginning to build.
Oh my…
But then his wet lips wrapped around my clit, and he sucked at it.
…
I was speechless.
My head threw back.
My hands grabbed his hair.
My hips moved involuntarily.
But he held on.
His wet lips remained around my clit, sucking at it.
…
I was lost.
The orgasm built from my wet pussy and sent my body into overdrive.
It was ecstasy.
I was higher than any drug could take anyone.
My mind was filled with love and lust.
My pussy was filled with his fingers.
Oh…
My hips threw up and down but still his lips remained around my clit.
Wow…
I came… dripping my juices over his strong fingers.
But his lips wouldn’t move.
Even as I came down from the high of an orgasm, he licked it more. His saliva waxed over my clit, and I couldn’t contain it.
Suddenly, his fingers were pumping in and out of me with a beautiful rhythm.
His lips were still wrapped around my clit – sucking and licking.
Oh…
It was building again.
Again I was becoming lost.
Wow…
My head became lost in the emotion.
Ecstasy overtook me again.
My body flexed.
My pussy flexed.
I was lost again.
When his lips came off my clit, I had a need for him to be inside me.
I needed his cock.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“My pleasure.” Damon smiled.
I bent over on the couch, my knees resting on the cushion and my arms against the backrest, with my wet pussy pointing out for him to fill.
Damon whipped off his shirt and drops his pants quickly. I felt his hands hold onto my hips as his rock hard member pushed into me.
Oh…
Yes…
I felt full.
I felt complete.
Damon was back where he belonged.
As he held himself deep inside me, I moaned with pleasure. It felt amazing to have him back inside me. He holds his piece inside my pussy, his hands resting on my back.
He slowly withdrew and then entered me again.
I wanted more of this.
I needed more.
Gradually, he pushed himself deep inside me and held it there again.
It felt amazing.
It felt like this moment was always meant to be.
With rhythm, he started to thrust his cock into me, sliding in and out of my pussy. His rhythm sent me into a spin. The louder I moaned, the harder he pumped.
Yes!
He held my hips tightly as he thrust into me.
Quickly, the sex became primal.
An aggressive lust filled his movements as he slammed into me. He held me still as I am pressed into the couch.
Oh yes!
He slammed and held me tightly.
I loved this. It felt so good.
When the orgasm hit me, it felt different. Instead of my head becoming lost, I felt this orgasm build from deep inside my pussy. Damon’s hard cock sent feelings dancing up my spine, reaching my head.
As Damon pulled my hair back, my juices came all over his cock.
“Yes,” he moaned, as he felt my juices come.
I could feel his moment building.
He groaned louder and slammed harder.
Yes!
And then…
Oh… yes.
He came deep inside me, tickling my insides.
Withdrawing from me, he slumped to the couch.
I looked at him and his eyes looked deep into mine.
Still catching my breath, I snuggled up next to his firm body on the couch. His arm came over the top of me and I felt safe. For the first time in my life, I felt protected.
We remained on the couch for a few moments, catching our breath from the lustful romp.
When my head finally came down from the orgasm, I rested my chin on his chest and looked up to his handsome face.
“You said before that you have never asked a woman out on a date.”
I began to regain my thoughts.
He smiled, “That’s true.”
“Well, you should try,” I stated.
His head rose quickly and looked at me. “You really mean that?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Well, in that case… Abbey, will you come to dinner with me tonight?”
Even though this man couldn’t think of all the right words to say in other moments, he picked the best ones in that moment...
And that was all that mattered.
The End
Romance:
Stepbrother Lust
Penny Ward
Prologue
“We now present to you the graduating class of 2014,” Professor Thomas announces.
Standing with the rest of my class, I fling my hat in the air with enthusiasm. We all duck for cover and giggle when the hats land back on top of us. What a moment! This day is the peak of a lot of hard work. I have spent years stressing and crying because of the pressure to succeed.
There were certainly days when I thought I wouldn’t have made it here.
As I stand on stage, it is the most proud I have ever been of myself.
I did it.
I finally did something great with my life.
I hug my classmates in squeals of delight and then walk away to find my Mom and my stepdad, George. After searching through most of the crowd, I finally see Mom dressed in an extravagant black dress with gold trim and George standing beside her with a perfectly tailored suit on.
I roll my eyes and Mom immediately wraps me up in a cuddle.
“I am so proud of you, sweetheart. I know you are excited to get out there in the real world,” she says.
“Not really. I don’t even have a job lined up and most of my classmates do. They are either doing internships or something but I’m doing nothing,” I say as I look at the ground.
“You know, we could always make a few phone calls and get you a job,” says George. “I have a lot of connections so it wouldn’t be a problem at all. You just need to let me know.”
“I know, I know. But this is something I want to do. It’s the most important choice of my life and I want to say that I did it,” I reply.
“I understand sweetie, but you need to do something in the meantime. George can help you out. Remember, it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And you can always come home until you get yourself together,” Mom says.
“No, I don’t want to come home. I’m going to room with my best friend Rose, until I figure something out,” I say firmly.
This is something I need to do for myself.
“Okay,” my Mom says reluctantly.
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“I’m going to be fine Mom. In a few months, I’m sure I will have a job.”
“If you don’t, make sure that you come to us for help.”
“Don’t worry Mom, I will,” I say, knowing deep down inside I was lying.
This was something that I wanted to do on my own.
It was just going to take a little bit of time…
Chapter 1
I take a deep breath as I ready myself to go onstage.
It is now a few months since I graduated from college but with no job offers forthcoming - and my bills piling up - I had to find a way to make some fast cash.
Luckily, my roommate, Rose, helped get a job for me…
In a strip club.
Although it is looked down on, the money here is good and that is what is most important right now.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see Rose standing behind me with a smile on her face. Seems like no matter what she was doing, she was always happy, which is more than I can say about myself.
“You ready to go onstage?” she asks me.
“Yeah… I just tune it all out and act like I’m just dancing alone in my room or something,” I say as I look Rose over.
She has on a pink G-string and some pink pasties with tassels on her nipples. The color really complimented her tan skin, plus she was one of the biggest moneymakers in the club.
She was a master on the pole because she had been in the business a long time and said that she wouldn’t give it up because she made too much money to clock a nine to five. Her ambitions were to one day open her own strip club, pay the girls a higher percentage of takings and create a great working environment.
“You’re going for that naughty angel look tonight, I see. It looks nice on you,” she says with a smirk.
I nod my head.
I had on a white G-string, a pair of white wings, some clear heels, and a white lace bra.
The wings and bra would be taken off by the end of my set and I would make close to three hundred in that one set, which would pay quite a few bills.
Mainly, my half of the light bill and my half of the rent.
I watch as Sara, aka Strawberry Drop, finishes up.
They called her Strawberry Drop because when she really gets into her groove, her whole body turns red and she can drop her ass likes nobody’s business. I tried to get her to show me how she did it but I was a lost cause.
She was just too good.
She picks up her money and walks past me in the dressing room. We don’t talk much in here because it was all about mentally preparing ourselves to deal with the men out in the club.
If we did talk, it was usually to tell who to stay away from and who was a big tipper.
It was now time for me to go on, so I close my eyes to get into my zone. I didn’t like doing this four times a week but I had to do what I had to do.
I hear my song come on and the DJ’s voice soon follows.
“Now coming to the stage, Girl Pleasure!” he yells over the music.
I step on the stage and the guys immediately go crazy.
The hooting and hollering is something I never thought I would experience.
I get on my knees and start a slow crawl on the stage before grabbing the pole and swinging up on it.
I imagine that the singer was singing straight to me and I just kept dancing.
I pull up, spread my legs, and come down slow.
Dollars start to fly and I get back on my knees and start to crawl toward the guy who’s throwing the most money.
The key to success was to pick out the guy who was throwing the most money and to make him throw as much of it as you could.
Make him feel as if he was the only guy in the world and that no one else mattered before you move onto the next one. It was literally all about the fantasy.
In here, guys could get almost anything that they wanted for the right price and with the right girl.
I throw my wings and my bra off to the side and jiggle my breasts in his face.
His eyes almost pop out and places a twenty in my G-string.
I wink at him, turn around, and start to shake my ass in front of his face.
He throws some more money and I get back on the pole and start to spin. I slide down slow and watch as he throws even more money onto the stage.
The music ends and I grab my money and head offstage to change clothes to walk around the club and then do my last set for the night.
With any luck, I will pull in at least two grand tonight and hopefully have enough to save some this week. It seems as if no matter how much money I saved, it all eventually went back into bills and I was trying to get out of that slump.
I walk into the back and all of the girls are in numerous stages of undress but that was nothing unusual. There was always someone either naked or partially naked back here. The only time anyone was ever fully dressed was if they were leaving to come home or just coming in.
Other than that, it was bras and thongs. I sit at my little corner and start to count how much I made from that one set and Rose walks over to me and takes a seat.
“So, Monica, how did it go?” she asks.
I finish counting the money and look at her.
“I made two hundred fifty in that one set but I’m going to try and get at least two grand. I might have to do some private dances even though I really hate those. It seems the only men who want them are the creepy ones or the ones who think you’re going to sleep with them.”
“Tell me about it. I had to slap a guy the other day for getting a little too frisky with me in there.”
“All I know is I really need the extra cash. I’m glad I finally got a busy night because I usually get the slowest nights in the world.”
“More bills?”
“You know it. I should’ve gotten another degree in school, that way she couldn’t bother me for a few more years because I’m already tired of paying her.”
“If you went back to school, you would owe even more money. Just stick with the loans you already have to pay back!” she laughs.
“It’s still frustrating. They want you to get into a good college so that you get a good career and then they harass you for the money before you have any real chance to get a job or make any money.”
“That’s life, but you know you’ll get through it. Well, I’m about to go on so see you later. I think I clock out before you do.”
“I think so, too. But it’s okay, see you when I get home. I have to work the floor for a while before I start my second set.”
I put on some more makeup because I had sweat a little bit of it off while I was onstage. I look at myself in the mirror and am satisfied with the way I look.
I wish I didn’t have to strip to make money…
My Mom married a billionaire oil tycoon but I was against anyone who was doing harm to the world just to get rich so I didn’t take their money, although I really need it.
It would just feel so wrong.
I look at my face once again and then I change into a red sexy outfit and red heels and walk out onto the floor. The music is loud and I look over and see Rose on the stage, swinging the pole. She smiles at me and I smile back.
I feel a couple of slaps on my ass but ignore it because that’s all that happens around here. If you got offended about a slap on the ass, then you definitely were in the wrong profession.
There is a lot of smoke in the air because there is a group men smoking cigars, trying to look important, but I shake my head.
I usually avoid their type because they were the main ones who thought that you owed them something.
I see one guy stumbling, trying to dance to the music, and all of a sudden, he falls to the floor.
I try to hold in my laughter but I let out a little giggle.
There is another group of guys who look like they are in a bachelor party, acting rowdy and getting lap dances from several of the girls. I am about to turn away when I see a guy motion fo
r me to come over and I walk toward him.
“What can I do for you, sexy?” I ask in my most erotic voice.
He smiles at me. “How much for a lap dance, beautiful?”
“It’s thirty dollars for one,” I say.
He pulls off thirty dollars and stuffs it into my bra.
I straddle his lap and start to grind slowly on his lap.
He’s smiling at me and I lean forward and push my breasts into his face. I pull back and place my legs on his shoulder and start to wind my crotch in his face.
His smile spreads bigger and I knew then I would be getting a nice tip.
I spin my body around and start to shake my ass in his face and I feel him slide some money into my G-string. I do one final grind on him because I know that the song is about to be over.
The song ends and I get up off of his lap and wink at him.
“Thanks for the dance. I think I might call you back for another one a little later,” he says, full of bravado.
“No problem,” I say as I take the fifty out of my G-string and start to look for more clients to dance for before I have to head back onstage.
I look around and see a guy throwing money around, and he motions for me to come over. I swing my hips as I walk over toward him and sit down on his lap.
“Hi sexy,” I say, not really meaning it.
He is pale in color, wearing a bow tie and nerdy glasses.
I’m sure the ass he saw in this club was the only ass he was seeing up close on a regular basis because there was no way he had a girlfriend and if he did – I’m sure that she looks like him.
But I’m not one to judge, because what he wants to do is his business.
All I want to do is make him feel special so that he can stuff more money in my bra.
Guys like him were the ones I liked anyway, because I was so self-conscious of my body, I knew that they would never have a problem with it.
“Uh, do you think I could get a private dance?” he asks in a nasal voice and hands me a hundred and fifty dollars.
“Yes sir,” I say as I take his hand and lead him to one of the private rooms in the back of the club.
He sits on the chair and looks at me with needy eyes.
I look at him and know right there that, without even trying, he was going to give me everything in his wallet.
