by N Kuhn
“Chase,” I mumble. “You ok man?”
I nod to him. He just stands there staring at the ground.
“I told you it was a bad idea coming here,” he whispers to his sister.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with the bar. Don’t let one trouble maker ruin your good time,” I tell him.
He ignores me, making his way towards the door.
“Come on Stella, I want to leave.”
“So go ahead Joey. You don’t have to be here. I asked you not to come in the first place. I knew you wouldn’t like it. Chase, I’d like to buy you a drink, as a thank you for the horrible bruise you have forming on your eye,” she says winking at me.
Her tiny little body shivers and I wonder if she’s cold. In a huff, Joey leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. Stella takes a confident step towards me. Her pink painted finger comes towards my face, tracing the outline of my jaw. Her soft touch for some reason sends my cock into hardness. A small giggle comes out of her mouth.
“I could thank you in another way, if a drink isn’t what you want,” she says seductively, looking down at my dick.
The way it’s pressing against my jeans, I’m sure she can see everything. She takes my hand and places it under her skirt. Her panties are soaked. She grinds herself against my fingers, and I’m shocked. I’ve met some pretty brazen women before. But this little city slicker beats them all.
“I was watching you tonight, trying to get up the courage to ask you to dance, then you came to my rescue and I got so wet thinking of ways I could thank you.”
Her little hands come up, pushing against my chest. I allow her to push me down on the couch against the wall. Kneeling in front of me, her fingers deftly work on undoing my belt buckle and pants. This little girl has rendered me speechless. Like, maybe Ricky’s punch damaged some brain cells or something. I can’t speak. My arm starts moving towards her and I can’t stop it. My brain doesn’t seem to be working. Grabbing her chin, I turn her to face me. Her plump lips and deep eyes are so inviting. Crushing her mouth beneath mine I trail my tongue across her lips. Her sweet taste reminds me of those fruity drinks Jessie makes. A slight growl escapes my mouth as she parts her lips for me. Her hands free my stiff cock from my pants and she begins rubbing up and down my shaft. She pulls away from our kiss.
“I’ve always fantasized about a knight and shining armor, and a cowboy. Now I get both at once.”
A sly smile spreads across that pretty face and my cock twitches in her hand. Lowering her head, she flicks her tongue across my dick head, lapping up the pre-cum glistening on the end. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back, groaning. As her lips wrap around my shaft, I look down and see her staring right at me. Those eyes filled with lust. As her head bobs up and down my cock, I wrap my hand in her hair, following each movement. The fact that she’s staring me in the eyes while sucking my dick is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
As the line dancing music from outside the office picks up beat, she matches the rhythm with her mouth. My hips buck, not wanting her to stop. Unable to maintain eye contact as her hand and mouth work on my cock, I close my eyes again. Relishing in the feeling she gives me as her tongue swirls around my dick, I feel myself getting close.
“Oh god I’m going to cum,” I yell out.
Fair warning incase she’s not the swallowing type. Her lips stay latched on as her head bobs up and down. Unable to hold back anymore, I shudder and I feel the cum burst from my dick. Her lips still wrapped around me, her tongue strokes up and down one final time, licking up every last drop of me. Where the hell has this girl been my whole life? Smiling up at me, she moves up my body. Her hands weaving their way under my shirt, splaying her fingers across my chest.
“Mm, you have such a yummy body Chase. I’ve wanted to taste your cock since I first laid eyes on you tonight.”
What the hell do I say to that? She’s so hot and much feistier than I originally thought. Reaching under her skirt, I yank down the wet panties she has on. Before they even fall to the ground, she’s straddling over my lap. I can feel the juices from her pussy leaking onto my cock.
“You gotta give me a minute baby girl. That just took a lot out of me.”
Grinding her hips as her clit slides along my dick, I feel it twitch and begin to get hard again. Who would have thought I could go again so soon, but my cock is betraying my mind tonight. I’m on my own.
Slowly, Stella removes her shirt, freeing her tits. No bra. Damn, they bounce free of the flimsy material. Leaning down, I suckle her nipple, slowly rolling the other one between my fingers. Her breath hitches as her hips slowly resume sliding her pussy along my dick. Reaching between our bodies, she grips my cock tight, moving it towards her opening. The need to be inside of her is almost too much to bear. With one thrust, I’m buried deep inside of her pussy. Feeling her muscles contract around my sets my excitement on overdrive. As Stella begins riding my cock, she wraps her arms around my head, holding my mouth hostage against her breast. Circling the nipple with my tongue then nipping, she screams out.
“Chase, oh god yes.”
Riding harder her gasps and cries increase. The music is loud, but so is she. I don’t need anyone knowing what I’m up to in my brother’s office. Pulling her face down to me, I capture her mouth to absorb the sounds.
Her intensity builds as does mine, our tongues licking and teasing each other. I can still taste myself on her lips and it’s intoxicating. She rides my cock feverishly. Back and forth she slides, her tight little pussy feels amazing on my dick. I haven’t felt this excited about sex in a long time, if ever. The fire in my stomach builds, burning hot. Screaming out with her orgasm, Stella collapses on top of me. With a few thrusts from me, I empty myself into her. Raising her heavy head, she kisses me.
“Wow Chase. That was better than I ever imagined.”
“We’re just getting started.”
I stand, lowering her to her feet. Leaning down to scoop up her panties, I shove them in my pocket then fasten my pants. She runs her hands down her skirt to smooth the wrinkles, looking at me questioningly. Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the office, making a beeline for the parking lot. As we pass by the bar, I hear her brother yelling out to her. Ignoring him, her grip on my hand tightens. Letting go, I wrap my arm around her waist and lead her through the crowd. At the door, Beau smiles and winks at me, opening the exit for us.
When we reach my Chevy pickup, she leans against the door. I grab her ass, picking her up. Her little legs wrap around my waist perfectly.
“You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight right?” I ask her.
Shaking her head no, her hips rock against my cock and I can feel myself getting hard again. With a growl, I step back, yanking the door open and practically throw her inside.
“Good, you’re coming with me Stella. Seems we have a lot of fantasies of yours to fulfill tonight.” Smiling at me, she leans towards me.
“Lead the way cowboy.”
Slamming the door shut, I try to keep myself from running to the driver’s side. Any regrets of coming in tonight quickly vanish. I can’t believe I even remembered her name. That’s so unlike me. But she’s also the opposite of what I normally go for in a woman. This is going to be fun. I smile to myself as I climb up inside the truck. Looking over, the lust in her eyes drives me crazy. I start the truck and peel out of the parking lot. It’s going to be a long night.
Strip Tease
Walking into Take It Off with Peter, I have second thoughts about being here. For the hundredth time. Why did I let him talk me into coming here? It’s not like I’m new to being in strip clubs. But this one has the worst reputation. I don’t even want to think about how many guys each girl has fucked that night already. The crowd is pretty thin. But it’s a Wednesday night, so I suppose it wouldn’t be that busy. But we’re deploying to Afghanistan tomorrow, so this is our last hoorah.
“Hey Seth,” Peter says, nudging me with his elbow.
; I follow his gaze and see what he’s pointing at. On the stage is a curvy blonde, beautiful, wearing only a mini skirt and bikini bra. Beth, my ex. She left me when I went to basic training, claiming she couldn’t wait around for me because she was going places. Now she’s stripping? Oh how the mighty have fallen. Maybe she should have waited. I was going to propose to her when I came back. Pulling me towards the empty seats by the stage, I lowered my head, hoping she wouldn’t recognize me. The last thing I need is an ugly confrontation with an ex. As the bass vibrated through the room, another girl emerged from the back. Marcy, her best friend. Marcy always was a wild one, getting Beth into trouble. Wild parties, lots of booze and men. Even though I knew Beth had been unfaithful, I had still loved her and was willing to work things out. Now, I just pity her. Them both actually.
Sitting down, we’re approached by a waitress. As Rob Zombie pounds through the PA system, I’m shocked that she can even hear Peter’s order. As she wiggles her hips away to get our beers, Peter pulls out a five and tosses it at me.
“Go get it man! You’ve been there done that. She won’t hit you for touching.”
I can hear the laughter seeping through his voice. Hoping she hasn’t recognized me yet, I shake my head no. It’s awkward for me, but what does he care? We came to have fun right? Maybe I shouldn’t care either. I want to have fun as much as he does. Picking up the five, I fold it, so it will sit over my face. Climbing up on the stage, I lay down, covering my face with the money. Anticipation eats at my stomach as I wait for one of the girls to come over. I can only hope they don’t cause a scene when they realize it’s me. Hearing the heels click their way to me, I feel one of the girls straddle me. Grinding their pussy against my cock, it betrays me and goes rigid and hard. The zipper of my jeans bites into my skin as she keeps grinding. Finally, the moment I’ve waited for, she bends over, grabbing the money with her breasts. Pulling it away, and tossing it towards the center of the stage, she leans in to kiss my cheek. Seeing the shock on Beth’s face when she recognizes me is priceless. I wrap my hand in her long blonde hair and yank her towards me, crushing her mouth with my lips before she can react. Her tiny fist pounds at my chest, then she gives in, returning the kiss and resumes grinding against me. Without warning, I feel two hands yank us apart and I’m pulled from the stage as she falls to the side of me, staying on the stage. As I fall, my head bounces off the edge of the stage. Collapsing in a pile, I look up into the angry face of the ugly bald bouncer.
“No touching the girls, you’re out of here.”
As I try to stand, I hear Beth yelling from behind me.
“He’s ok Larry. That’s my boyfriend. No worries. I’ll let you know when I need you.”
Her voice soothes him and he turns to me. Pointing a pudgy finger in my face, he stares down at me.
“First, last and only warning. No touching. Boyfriend or not. Then the other losers get ideas that they can touch too.”
As he stalks away, the girls resume dancing and our waitress returns with our beers. Grabbing the bottle, I slam it in a few gulps. Looking at Peter, waiting while he digs for his money, I put the bottle back on her tray.
“We’ll take two more and two shots of Patron.”
Dropping a twenty on her tray, she smiles at me and heads back to the bar.
As I sit down, I look up, watching as the woman who used to be my life grinds on her best friend. I rub the growing bump on the back of my head and wince. It hurts like a bitch. Marcy shakes her ass as she slowly peels down the skirt Beth is wearing, revealing a G-string underneath. Her pert little ass is still amazing. My mouth salivates at the memories of licking her body, tasting her everywhere, just like Marcy is now. She licks her way back up Beth’s body while reaching up to tug at the bikini strings. The few men in the place are fixated on the two of them. Beth weaves her fingers into Marcy’s short hair which she has dyed purple. She’s always been the odd one. It’s still hot. The two girls are practically fucking on stage. Marcy presses a finger onto Beth’s clit and I watch in agony as her head rolls back in pleasure. Whether fake or real, it’s still hot. My dick is so hard I feel like I’m going to burst. Beth moves away as Marcy undresses. Climbing to the top of the pole in only her G-string and heels, she hangs upside down, her large breasts bouncing as she slides down. The song changes to another rock beat, and with both girls naked now, I assume this is their last one. The few other men at the stage hold out ones vying for the girl’s attention. Letting the sleazy dudes put the money in their strings and smack their ass, they look like they enjoy it, but I know Beth. That look is fake. She hates it here. Things must be desperate for her.
The waitress comes back with our next round. Peter looks at me. His first beer is still full.
“Come on, man up bitch,” I shout at him, holding my Patron up.
We clink and toss the liquor back. The burn in my throat feels great. It’s a small distraction from the pain in my cock. I look at the waitress, hand her another twenty.
“Just keep the beers coming until that’s gone, I’ll give you more then, ok honey?”
With a giggle, she makes her way around the room to the other customers.
“We can go if you want, I didn’t know she was working here or that it would bother you.”
Peter leans in, but I shake my head no, keeping my eyes on the stage. The girls are licking each other’s breasts, gyrating their hips and wiggling against each other. Squirming in my seat, I try to position myself better, without pinching my nuts. Damn, this is crazy. I’ve been so mad at Beth for two years and now I’m so turned on by her that I’m in pain. As the song ends, the girls pick up their discarded clothing and money, heading back stage. Peter and I sit there waiting for the next girls. Hopefully they will be good looking, I could use a lap dance and some relief. Before the next song starts, our waitress returns with two more beers, collects the empties, then leans down to me.
“Candy and Honey would like to give you a lap dance, you can head behind the curtains there,” she points behind us, next to the bar. Candy and Honey? Who the hell is that?
Oh well, I’m not about to turn down a lap dance. Standing, I smack Peter on the shoulder and move towards the curtained area. The bouncer pulls the red curtain aside to let me through. The room is dark save for a few black lights scattered about. The waitress rushes through the curtain and leads me to a booth at the back of the room. I set my beer on the table and sit on the leather couch. I wonder how much cum is on this couch.
Giggling floats through the door behind me. As I turn, Beth and Marcy bust through, making a beeline for me. Closing the curtain to the booth, they saunter towards me.
“Candy and Honey? Really girls?” I joke with them as they both collapse into my lap.
“How you been Seth? I’ve missed you,” Beth whispers into my ear.
Marcy’s hand begins feeling her way up my shirt as she covers my neck with soft kisses. Her velvety lips teasing my skin.
“Oh yea? I thought you couldn’t wait for me. On to bigger things, right?” I ask her, hoping she hears the sarcasm in my voice.
“We didn’t ask you back here to fight Seth, we want to fuck,” Marcy says.
Beth’s hand starts undoing my jeans, trying like hell to get to my cock. Really? Both of them? I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck Marcy, hell even to have a threesome, but since half our town already had her, I need only ask any man I passed. Beth slides a condom from her bikini top she had put back on. Setting it on the table, she gets off my lap then kneels in front of me. Marcy climbs on top of me, facing Beth, her wet pussy dripping all over my dick Beth freed. She pulls my hands up to cover her breasts, leaning back into me. I begin rolling her nipples in my fingers. She groans and bucks her hips against me. I can feel that she doesn’t have panties on as her juicy lips glide against my shaft. I can’t see anything past Marcy’s head. But I feel Beth’s hands on my thighs. Her tongue licks at my dick as Marcy continues sliding along me, then I hear her moan. My cock tw
itches beneath her. Trying to look around her, I see Beth’s head between Marcy’s legs. A hand grabs at mine, pulling my fingers towards her clit. Beth sucks my finger into her mouth, tonguing the digit, then slides it along Marcy’s clit. I feel her tongue lapping at Marcy’s pussy while I rub circles around her nub. Marcy’s hips buck as she tries to ride everything at once. Between sliding on my dick, my finger and Beth’s tongue, I can feel her frustration.
Within moments Marcy is screaming out with her orgasm. My cock is so hard and dripping wet, covered with Marcy’s juices. She stands, pulling me to my feet. Beth squeezes between us and sits down where I just was. Marcy kneels in front of her and begins lapping at Beth’s pussy, shoving her ass in the air. Beth motions towards the condom. I quickly rip the wrapper and slide it on. This is awesome. Slapping Marcy’s ass, I hear her groans. I rub at the reddening flesh then part her ass cheeks. Running my hand down her dripping pussy, I flick her clit. Her hips buck, thrusting towards my waiting cock. She never stops licking at Beth though. Beth has her head thrown back, crying out in pleasure as her friend eats her out. With a hard thrust, I slam my cock into Marcy’s hot core. Both women cry out with pleasure. Grabbing on to her hips, I slide myself in and out of her slowly. Her muscles clamp down on me, milking my cock for all it has. Thankfully I’m lasting. With all this build up I was afraid I’d come quickly. I hold onto her hips, pulling her into me, her ass bouncing off my abs. Watching Marcy lick at Beth’s pussy as I pound into her is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, hell, hotter than any wet dream I’ve ever had. Marcy’s hand slides from Beth’s thigh and I watch as she slips two fingers inside of her. Beth’s hands dig into Marcy’s short hair, pulling her head into her, holding her hostage as she laps at that clit. Marcy screams out at me.
