by Hazel Parker
The Uber dropped me off, and I had already texted Richard before the Uber had even departed for the evening. As crazy as this sounds, a part of me wanted to be in The Red Door theatre while my father walked by to increase the daring nature of what we were about to do. I wanted that thrill of seeing his eyes look over the room, taking in the crowd, but somehow missing me. I wanted that quickening heartbeat, the danger of getting caught, and the thrill of tiptoeing behind my father and to the back room.
I had quite the thrill-seeking gene, it seemed, despite my earlier thoughts to the contrary. I guessed I just had never had a chance to let that gene loose so it could explore its full potential.
Richard came outside seconds later, moving past the man who had originally taken the two-thousand-dollar bribe.
“Do I need to pay anything this time?” I joked.
“Hush and come here,” Richard said, squeezing my hand and all but yanking me inside. He kissed me right there in the waiting area, and then pulled back.
“You have to restrain yourself while we go through here,” he said. “But you’ll know when we can start getting to it.”
“More waiting?” I protested, a bit too loudly.
Richard hushed me. I went red in the face, realizing how loudly I had spoken. Fortunately, Richard’s warm, sexy smile quelled those nerves—though they raised new ones, albeit better ones—and he took my hand.
I looked out on the crowd, some at the bar, most in their seats watching the burlesque show. I saw a couple of familiar faces from a few nights before making me start to believe this wasn’t just a place people came to once in a while to fulfill some sexual urges to see topless women dance. They knew coming here was a chance to network, a chance to cement strong relationships, and a chance to establish oneself as the “well-known member” of the club.
Such a glance lasted but a second, though, as Richard did not stop to look at the crowd. His hand never left mine, and he opened a back door, leading to a small table with six chairs and what looked like a poker felt. One man remained, cleaning up—the guy with the cocky grin who had leered at me from across The Red Door a few nights ago.
“Beat it, Dom,” Richard said.
Dom’s grin faded, perhaps the greatest sign of a jealous man who had seen his hopes vanquished. I tried not to rub it in his face, but I also didn’t try and hide my desire for Richard as I put my hand on his stomach and rubbed. Dom grumbled something about going to the Spearmint Rhino before departing.
As soon as the sound of the door shutting closed filled our ears, Richard spun me around, lifted me in the air, and pressed his lips hard on me. He pushed me back against the closest wall as our kissing became intense, passionate, and heated. I reached to unbutton his shirt, a bit of a struggle considering his solid pecs were pressed up against my breasts. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pulled me off of the wall and guided me toward a small bedroom.
The place couldn’t have been any bigger than perhaps a hundred, maybe a hundred and fifty square feet, but for what we were about to do, it was all we needed. A red light illuminated and cast over the room; a bed with multiple pillows and comforters lay before me; and a mini-fridge that had no chance of being looked at for about half an hour sat in the corner. Richard carried me to the bed, where the two of us tumbled down.
Under these red lights, Richard’s sharp, defined muscles displayed even more than they did under the normal light. The red light accentuated the shadows that his muscles cast and the crisp, clean nature of his beard. I could only imagine what it did for me, and I suddenly now realized why many strippers performed under a red light; it was the perfect complement to a performance, like putting makeup on with just a single switch.
Now that we finally had some space between our torsos, I immediately went to removing the rest of his buttons. Richard chucked his cut to the side before reaching down, grabbing at my black top. I sat up, letting him lift it off me with ease. I hurried back to him and removed his shirt. His muscles were not only incredibly taut; they were ridiculously thick.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
“What?” he said with a knowing grin.
“You… you’re ridiculous,” I said in awe.
Richard laughed before he started kissing my neck.
“Don’t stroke the ego too much,” he said. “Stroke something else.”
I got the picture. I ran my fingers across his taut back and abs, admiring the perfect body that he had. He may have been a little bit older than me, being in his late thirties, but given his body and the confidence that he had, he was much, much sexier than anyone close to my age. It was small wonder that the men my dad threw me had no chance—Richard was a real man.
He kissed down my neck, moved his hands under my back, and had my bra off in seemingly one motion. He discarded my bra, leaving my breasts available for the taking. His wet tongue and mouth roved over me as he laid kisses over my delicate skin, which soon turned into nibbles and then full on biting.
“Harder, Richard,” I gasped. “I like it rough.”
So many had been scared to do it rough for me. Too many saw me as some soft, sweet little girl who shouldn’t have her purity spoiled by some rough sex. Richard, bless him, had no such inhibitions. He had no hesitation about turning his nibbles into bites, his bites into aggressive ones, and his dry humping into such a vigorous motion it felt like he was going to break the bed.
But he wasn’t done yet. He moved his kisses down lower on my body. I shuddered as I realized where he was going—no one else had done this before, either. All of the college guys just assumed that wasn’t something they had to do, and now not only was Richard interested in doing it, he seemed enthused by the very idea. I swear, the fact that he was into it so much was enough to make me come. He could have done nothing but express enthusiasm, and he’d have me wet and pulsing.
The fact that he had my jeans off—no underwear—in a matter of seconds was just a mere bonus. He went to my feet and started trailing kisses down my left leg, letting his beard lead the way. The damn thing tickled me, and I sounded like a pipsqueak giggling so much. When he got to the inside of my thigh, it was even worse.
Then he switched over to my right leg, and the sensation was even more intense! I squirmed and almost hit him with my knees, but Richard had such proper control over me that there was minimal risk of me hurting him.
“Christ, you haven’t even done anything yet,” I gasped.
“I know,” Richard said with a knowing smirk.
He had the kind of confidence that left me like a puddle on the floor. If I’d seen it before, it might have come across as arrogant, but here, naked before him, him with only his jeans on… that confidence that bordered on arrogance was exactly the kind of thing that had me practically crying for him to get there.
He placed his chin right above my pussy, letting it slowly slide. I quivered and clenched as the teasing reached its crescendo; I swore he was trying to get me to come without actually eating me out.
Finally, finally, sweet merciful heavens, he finally put his mouth on my pussy, giving it a kiss that immediately had me shaking. There was a quick spell of relief that the teasing was over… except then, as if my body had forgotten in the first place, I remembered that the actual pleasure was the goal for a reason. It was ten times the sensations of the teasing.
Warmth radiated out from me as I clenched down hard. Richard’s enthusiasm, swallowing of my juices, and sucking on my clit worked me like no amount of masturbation or toys could ever do. Making matters even more insanely intense was the fact that he slid two fingers under his chin and into me, stroking me from within. I’d never had this dual pleasure going on—hell, even just one of these had been a rare moment as far as pleasure went.
“Fuck me, Richard, fuck,” I said, my voice rising in unison with my hips off the ground. “Richard…”
Richard murmured something, which of course was impossible to understand, but his murmurs sounded like they were full of pleasu
re. The humming and the fact that he liked what he was doing so much had me in all sorts of knots. I could feel that tension building that foretold of an orgasm, and it was approaching far faster than I could anticipate. There was no last-second pushing to get it over the edge; there was only futile resistance to stretch the buildup as long as possible.
When I finally did come, my legs clenched so hard around Richard’s head, I thought that I might crack him open. I screamed so loudly that I found a pillow to scream into. My hips violently contorted under Richard’s control, a futile effort that made the experience just that much more pleasurable. I had to beg for him to stop so I could catch my breath before the orgasm overtook me and I just passed out from pleasure.
I stared at that ceiling for a long time, looking at the red light, trying to discern if it was just the natural lighting in the room or if it was the rush of blood in my head. That didn’t even make sense, but maybe that was the point. The orgasm was so good, it was making me think illogically and irrationally.
“Christ,” I said, catching my breath, trying to get my pussy to stop feeling like it was in the fires of heaven.
Richard just sat back on his ankles, gently breathing. He licked his lips with obvious desire, a sight that just felt like it was going to send me right back over the edge. I’d always imagined most men would want to brush their teeth or get mouthwash as soon as they ate a woman out, but here was Richard, treating it like the leftovers of a good steak.
“You like that?” he said.
I could only laugh. What else was I going to say to that? For how good that felt, I didn’t have words. I just had a half-laugh, half-groan combination that didn’t stop. I almost felt maniacal laughing as I did.
And now, it was my turn.
“Come here,” I said.
I wanted to get up and attack his cock, but I was honestly so dead that I needed him to mount me for a few moments before I flipped him over and crawled down his body.
“You got it,” he said.
When he kissed me, I could taste myself on him, and there was just something very satisfying knowing that I was so wet, I had done that. It was more the knowledge that I had put that there that made that particular moment so incredibly sexy.
He ground his hips into my still pulsing pussy, an act that threatened to send me right back over the edge. I couldn’t lie; a part of me wanted to be selfish and just lie there to let Richard do his thing.
But I liked this guy. I liked this guy a lot. I was going to let him get his.
I pushed enough on his side that he got the hint and helped me roll over on top of him. Just as he had kissed me and bit on me, so too did I kiss and bite him as I trailed down his body. The only difference was that while my body was small and soft, his was large and hard, and I relished kissing each individual abdominal muscle, his belly button, and the veins that started at the top of his groin.
“I wonder if you also skipped out on wearing underwear,” I said with a mischievous grin as I started to unbuckle his belt.
“Hah, if only,” Richard said. “I think you’ll like what lies underneath anyways.”
“Is that so?” I said as I pulled the belt off, snapped it, and then snapped it very close to his face.
“A wild one, are you?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I said into his ear, biting on his ear lobe. “I like it rough and kinky like you wouldn’t believe. Do you want me to show you how?”
For the first time since I’d known Richard, I saw something that I usually saw in other men, but not him—intimidation. I chuckled.
“It’s OK,” I said. “Next time.”
“Yeah, that might be good,” Richard said, nearly breathless.
I didn’t actually think he was scared. I think it was more he was so damn horny and so eager to get his dick wet that having to take the time to explain how I liked it rough and kinky was its own form of torture.
“Don’t worry,” I said, back by his groin. “I’ll make this equally as good.”
With that, I unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination. I could see the outline of one of the thickest, longest cocks I had ever seen. I had to admit, the first thing that I thought was “How the fuck is that going to fit in there?”
I wasn’t sure if that was going to be a compliment or not to Richard if I said it out loud, but Richard could see the look of surprise on my face, and his smirk told me as much.
“You’re mighty big,” I said.
Richard didn’t say anything, which I think was his way of saying he knew but just didn’t want to come across as arrogant for saying it. I looked down at his boxers, put my hands there, and then decided upon something better.
I bit them with my teeth and dragged them down, his hard cock springing up and nearly hitting me in the face. It might have just been the angle that I first saw it, but from this perspective, it was like a magic trick; he had gone from big to enormous.
“This is going to treat me so well,” I said once I had his boxers down.
I straddled his right leg, letting my soaking pussy wet his thigh, as I grabbed his dick and gently stroked it. I kissed it, then let the tip in, and then deep-throated the entire shaft. Richard groaned loudly in front of me. I made it a point to hold it as long as I could before I had to come up for breath—no small feat considering I was a small girl to begin with and he was so well-endowed.
“That’s one way to start a blowjob,” Richard said with a chuckle.
“Yeah?” I said, stroking his cock as I stared straight into his eyes. “Do you want me to continue? Or do you want to end on the high note?”
“Oh, no, please don’t do that to me,” he begged.
I chuckled before I went back to work. I didn’t deep throat as much, but that was just because I was too busy bobbing on his cock, licking the tip with my tongue, and fondling his balls. I slowly began to pick up on what his favorite things were—for example, he didn’t like my mouth being on his balls, but he loved when my nails gently scraped over them—and soon had him down to a machine that just needed the right switches flipped.
That was, until he sat up and pushed me off.
“Are you OK?” I said, concerned.
“Too OK,” he said with a laugh before he kissed me. “You keep working me like that and I won’t last another thirty seconds. And I didn’t come here just to have you blow me. I came here to make you come.”
“You already did.”
“Twice. Maybe even three times. Remember?”
I blushed at the memory.
Then, in a flash, he had me by the neck, twirled me around, and slammed me on the bed.
“Now we’re talking,” I said with arched eyebrows and a renewed vigor. The animal within Richard had awoken. “Fuck me, Richard. Fucking take me!”
Before he could do that, though, he looked for a condom. He sounded like he was getting frustrated. I was getting impatient.
“You’re clean?”
“Tested two weeks ago, all good,” he said. “You?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just get inside me, Richard. I can’t fucking wait any longer!”
He hesitated for only a moment before it was like the cautionary brake got thrown off. He was back on top of me, biting my neck and my lower lip before he slid himself inside of me.
“Oh! Fuck!”
I let out a sharp gasp. The good news was he could fit inside me. The even better news was that him fitting inside me was the perfect amount; any bigger, and it would have been painful. Any smaller, and he wouldn’t have been able to fill me.
It was like we were meant to be together.
His thrusts wasted absolutely no time in going rough and hard. There was no gradual buildup, no staring into each other’s eyes. Instead, he had one hand on my neck and one hand over my head as he used me for leverage, pounding me with sexual power that felt like it was going to explode my pussy. Despite having come just moments befo
re, I felt like I was going to come in a matter of a minute already.
He came in close to me and kissed me, the shifting of his body weight putting even more pressure on my neck. For perhaps the first time ever, I had to ask him to back off slightly, the pressure so great that it was going to choke me out. I wanted him to go at me aggressively, but not knock me out. I couldn’t feel his cock if I couldn’t feel anything!
Thank goodness he pulled back, too, because moments later, he had me coming again. But unlike with his mouth, which I could just shove off, there was no pushing his thick, throbbing cock away. It filled me, pushing the orgasm past several seconds, making my whole body rush with a hot glow that pulsed through my body.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered out.
Richard gave me pause… but only because he wanted me on my knees for doggie style. I could barely keep my head up; did he really think that I was going to have the strength to keep my ass up?
The answer was a definitive yes. He rolled me over, slapped my ass twice, and had me yipping in excitement. If my cheeks weren’t red after this, I was going to be shocked.
I felt his firm hands reach around my hips, get a hold, and then his cock thrust inside me. Once again, I was reduced to a puddle of pleasure. I buried my head in the pillow as I found my vocabulary reduced to “fuck, please, yes, Richard, oh.”
He drove harder and harder, deeper and deeper, every thrust seeming to go further into me. I hit my third orgasm within another minute, and I had to beg Richard to slow down.
“Oh, oh,” he said.
I turned around just in time to see him pull out, put his cock on the crack of my ass, and then unload all of his cum onto my back. I moaned in pleasure, encouraging Richard to give me everything that he had. I wanted every drop, every bit of his seed, every little bit he could get out before he gave up. Richard shuddered as he finally slowed down.
“Fuck…” he said, murmuring.
He reached behind him, found a towel, and wiped me down gently. When he patted my back, signaling that he was done, I turned around and sucked his cock of all the remaining cum. He let out a loud cry, squeezing my head at the pleasure, and begged me to stop.
