by Falon Stone
“It’s always wonderful to meet potential clients,” Chaz says, not even paying attention to Kali or the fact that she’s almost groping me in public.
Barbie’s eyes burn into me as I push Kali’s hand away and scoot closer to Barbie. “Sorry, they’re not your typical couple,” I tell her.
She smirks. “No need to explain. Everyone has their own kink. I’m cool with it.”
I shouldn’t be surprised, but a small part of me is. “You are?”
As Kali reaches for her drink that the waitress just dropped off, another stripper comes up to the table.
“Your turn, beautiful,” the stripper says, grabbing Kali’s hand and trying to pull her up from the table.
“Oh. Not me,” Kali replies and glances at Chaz. “I think he could use a dance.”
Chaz beams with pride. “Always thinking of me, babe. It’s why I love you so much.”
“It’s okay,” the stripper says, pointing to Barbie. “She’s paid for the entire night, and I can dance for both of you.”
“Yes. Go enjoy yourselves.” Barbie shoos them away.
Kali and Chaz stand, holding hands, and follow the stripper to the chair Barbie had been sitting in when she got her lap dance. The DJ cranks up another song, “Sexy Mother Fucker” by Prince, and the stripper starts her routine with Chaz and Kali as a captive audience.
When the waitress passes by, Barbie gets her attention and orders us four Lemon Drop shots. “You good with getting a little tipsy tonight?”
“I’m good with anything you want,” I tell her, and I’ve never meant anything so much in all my life.
She turns sideways in the booth and touches my thigh. “So, this is okay?”
“Yes,” I say, trying to keep my voice even and not seem too overly excited.
She slides her hand up my leg before firmly grabbing my cock. “And this?”
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her face toward mine. “I’ll give you anything you want, Barbie. Just say the word, and it’s yours.”
She looks into my eyes. “I want you to finger-bang me while we watch them get a lap dance.”
Now, as a dude, this is my wet dream. The type of shit that high school fantasies are made of. Every guy wants a girl that’s down for anything, especially public sex. “I want something first,” I tell her.
“Anything,” she says as I pull her face closer.
“Kiss me, and I’ll finger-fuck you so good you’ll pass out.”
She licks her lips, and her eyes are wide with excitement as I pull her down toward me. Without hesitation, she presses her mouth to mine, and I grip the back of her neck harder, holding her close to me. I’m overcome by a need to possess her and claim her with my tongue.
She parts her lips with a soft moan as I plunge my tongue in and take her like I own her. I reach up and cup her breast, loving that the sundress is so thin I can feel her hard nipple underneath, straining for attention. I pull back, suddenly overcome with need but trying to remember this is business. “We shouldn’t do this, Barbie. You’re a client.”
She’s inches from my face with the wickedest smile and bee-stung lips. “Garrett, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. There’s something about you that drew me to you. This has nothing to do with work, only pleasure. If you want the job, you’re going to show me how great you really are with your hands.”
“Well, if that’s how you’re going to play it, I have no choice, do I?”
“None,” she says.
“Sit on my lap and face Kali and Chaz,” I tell her, releasing my grip on her neck.
She climbs on top of my legs and straddles me. I lean back into the cushion behind me, giving her enough space and the best view possible from the middle of the round booth. I place my mouth next to her ear and inhale the sweet scent of her hair. “You want me, Barbie?” I whisper against her skin.
She turns toward me, hunger in her eyes. “I want you, Garrett.”
I place my hands on her knees, stroking her soft, silky skin with my fingertips. “Put your hands on the table and don’t move them.”
She places her palms on the tabletop and wiggles her ass against my erection, knowing full well what she’s doing.
I squeeze her legs in warning. “You move, and my hands stop. Understand? Keep your eyes on them and no one else.”
She nods without looking at me. “Yes.”
Chaz and Kali are fully engrossed with the stripper and not even paying attention to us. My hands slide up Barbie’s legs, disappearing underneath her sundress until I can feel the slickness of her bare pussy. She’s wet for me, almost dripping with need, as I run my fingers across her soft, supple skin. I groan to myself, wanting to place her on the table and fuck her without remorse, but I stay on course. This is about Barbie. Barbie wants me to finger her and, for once, I’m not going to be a greedy prick. I start slow, letting my fingers trace over her skin with a feather’s touch.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, and her hands start to slip from the tabletop. “Mmm. I like that,” she moans.
“Eyes on them,” I remind her when she shuts them.
Usually, I’d be watching Kali and Chaz, but I have the best view of Barbie’s cleavage from this position, and I’m not wasting it on a pair of tits that I’ve already touched and most certainly aren’t mine.
I part her folds and dip a single finger inside to see if she’ll whine for more and because I want to draw this out as long as possible. I don’t care that I’m not getting anything; touching her is enough for me. At least, for now anyway.
“More, Garrett,” Barbie moans when I pull out and slide the single digit back inside her.
“You have a greedy little cunt, don’t you?” I smile into her hair, watching her chest heave with excitement.
“I’m greedy for you.”
As I pull my finger out, I add a second, thrusting it inside her with more force. Her pussy contracts around my finger, trying to pull me deeper. My palm slides easily against her mound, rubbing her clit with enough friction and slickness to drive her close to the edge as I pump my fingers in and out of her repeatedly.
“Deeper,” Barbie begs.
I press as deep as my fingers allow, adding a third finger to fill her completely. If she’s going to take my cock, I want her ready for my thickness so I don’t have to go slow or be gentle.
“Harder, Garrett. Pretend your fingers are your cock. Show me how you’d fuck me.”
I pound my three fingers into her as my thumb bumps her clit from this angle. She’s close to orgasm within moments, and with the way she’s fidgeting on my lap, I’m not too far myself. I slide my other hand up, fondling her breast in my palm before my fingertip grazes her nipple and she convulses in my lap. God, what I wouldn’t give to bite down on her nipple and hear her whimper with pleasure as I bang her.
Her eyes roll back, and I finger-bang her hard, thrusting my fingers deeper as I pluck at her nipple through her yellow sundress. She squeezes her eyes shut, and her pussy contracts around my fingers, holding them inside before her body starts to push them out. I don’t stop. Don’t let up as I pummel her bare pussy with my fingers, driving her over the edge and back again before hurling her straight into a second orgasm. The music’s so loud no one can hear her cries of passion but me, and they’re doing wicked shit to me.
When she’s finally able to breathe again, she turns her face toward mine and says, “Want to take this party back to my place?”
“Just me or all four of us?” I ask, slowly pulling my fingers out of her pussy and giving her clit a quick swipe just to watch her body tremble under my touch.
“You can invite your friends. I like to watch as long as you’re cool with it.”
“I’m down for anything you want, babe. I’ll make all your fantasies come true.”
“I have no doubt you will,” she says, climbing off my lap on shaky legs. “Shall we?”
I’m on my feet without hesitation and following
Barbie toward Chaz and Kali.
“Want to go to Barbie’s place with us?” I ask them just as they’re getting up from their chairs while the stripper walks away.
“But our drinks,” Kali says.
“I paid for them,” Barbie tells her. “I have plenty to party with at my place.”
“We’re cool with it.” Chaz takes Kali’s hand. “Aren’t we, baby?”
“Sure,” Kali says, looking at me and then at Barbie. “I guess.”
“Follow us back, then,” Barbie tells them.
“You want to drive with us, Garrett?” Kali asks.
“I’m driving with Barbie,” I tell her and gaze at Barbie, who’s smiling.
I’m not sure I like the look Kali’s giving Barbie and the vibe between them. Is Kali jealous? I’ve never known her to be jealous of anyone, but then again, she’s usually the one being filled by two dicks and getting all the pleasure.
This is either going to be the most epic night ever or the biggest fucking mess I’ve ever taken part in.
But whatever Barbie wants, I’m going to give to her…no matter the consequences.
4
My body aches as I roll to my back with my eyes still closed. Flashbacks of last night start to replay in my mind so vividly that I can almost feel Barbie’s mouth wrapped around my cock. The visuals last night were spectacular. Barbie got off on watching Chaz and Kali do it, while I banged her so many times I wasn’t sure my cock would ever function again.
By the time I passed out, I knew one thing for sure. I never wanted to be with anyone else besides Barbie again. Hunter said that eventually I’d find someone who would be everything to me and make me feel whole, and, goddamn it, he was right. I felt like I’d been hit by a ton of bricks after only a few minutes in Barbie’s presence, but after spending a night fucking and sucking, I knew she was the only one for me.
“Mmm,” I moan softly, caught between consciousness and sleep.
Teeth suddenly graze my cock, and my eyes fly open to find Barbie’s lips wrapped around my shaft, staring at me with her piercing gray eyes. I relax back into the bed, Kali to my side, Chaz at her back, and Barbie latched on to my dick like it’s giving her life.
Whatever happened between Kali, Chaz, and me is finished. It was fun while it lasted and I loved getting off without the attachment, but the only person I want is currently sucking my cock so hard my toes are tingling. Barbie’s hands dig into my hips as her head bobs up and down, taking the head of my dick all the way to the back of her throat.
Jesus, the woman can suck a mean dick.
My hips move with her, wanting more and craving the soft warmth of her mouth. When she moans against my cock, I shiver and want to push deeper. I’m so close to the edge, my morning wood and wild dreams about last night making it impossible to stop the orgasm from slamming into me. I didn’t think I’d even be able to come today after countless orgasms last night. But Barbie’s skilled mouth demands my cock’s obedience, and I’m powerless to stop it. She cups my balls and gently squeezes them as I release in her mouth. She takes every last drop of me as I let out a groan, and my body shakes uncontrollably through the orgasm.
“Morning,” Kali says and reaches out to touch my chest. “You two don’t waste any time, do you?”
“How can I?” Barbie asks, licking the length of my shaft, knowing full well that Kali’s quite fond of my dick too. “This is the best cock I’ve ever had.”
If I didn’t like Barbie as much as I do, I’d love to see them both going down on me in a wicked threesome. But I can’t even go there. Kali doesn’t do it for me anymore. The only person I want to see attached to the end of my cock is Barbie.
“I’m going to miss it for sure,” Kali replies before pushing her ass into Chaz, but he doesn’t wake. “Maybe we can…” She trails off, and I know exactly where she’s going, and I want no part of it.
I sit up quickly, scooting down to the end of the bed toward Barbie. “I have to go. I have some work that has to get done this morning.”
I turn back to Kali. “Wake Chaz up, and tell him to get ready for work. I’m jumping in the shower, and then I’m leaving. He’d better be out the door before I am.” I turn to Barbie and hold out my hand to her. “Wanna join me for a shower, Barbie?” I’ve done everything in my power to make it very clear to Kali that there’s nothing more between us, but I can see the hungry look in her eyes.
“Of course I’ll join you,” she says, jumping out of bed and smacking my ass. “That’s one fine ass you have there, mister.”
The drinks had dulled my memory a little, but the images of last night’s fuck fest are very vivid. I soak up her beauty as she walks, and her tits bounce with each step.
I scoop her into my arms before we enter the bathroom, and I plant a kiss on her lips. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful, Barbie.”
“You know what would be really beautiful?” She smirks, and I have an idea of where she’s going with this. “Your mouth on my pussy. I need to feel your lips on me before you leave,” she replies, breaking my embrace and sliding down my body.
The door to the hotel room shuts, and Kali and Chaz finally leave us in peace.
I follow behind her, admiring her perfectly round ass as we get into the shower. She starts the water, making it just the perfect temperature before I grab the shower scrunchie and add some body wash to it. I could stand here all day and wash her body, watching the rivulets of water trickling down her skin like a beautiful dance.
I wash her front, beginning at her feet and working my way up her body. I make sure to spend a little extra time washing her pussy, gently massaging her clit. I turn her around and press her forward, bending her at the waist. She puts her hands on the shower wall for support as I wash her back, making my way down to her ass.
I drop the scrunchie to the floor and drop to my knees. She spreads her legs for me as I nudge my head between her thighs, hungry to taste her again.
Grasping her ass cheeks in my hands, I spread them apart, giving me access to every inch of her. “I need to taste you. That’s my pussy.”
“Take it, baby. It’s yours.” She bends deeper, pressing back against my grip.
I part her pussy with my tongue, sliding through her wetness and devouring every last drop. She’s tangy sweet, and I suck on her clit like a starved man.
She moans as I alternate between sucking and licking. I quicken my pace as I slide two fingers into her. I pound into her pussy as if I were fucking her with my cock. Long, harsh strokes, just the way she likes it. She’s not into soft, but instead, into being owned and possessed.
“Harder,” she pants, reaching back and pressing my face deeper into her cunt.
I suck her clit into my mouth and start to hum, alternating between sucking it harder and then softer to drive her wild.
“Fuck, don’t stop!” she screams, raising up on her tiptoes.
When I feel her body starting to convulse and her pussy constricting around my fingers, I pull them out and gently press a finger against her asshole. I don’t even have my finger inside her ass fully when she screams through an orgasm that would be loud enough to wake the entire floor of the hotel.
“I love your mouth almost as much as your cock.” She leans down and kisses me as I start to stand. “I could get used to having you every day.”
“Me too,” I tell her, and I mean every goddamn word.
“I taste pretty good,” she says as her tongue parts my lips, dipping inside my mouth in a kiss that starts to make my cock feel hard and needy again.
“I hope you’re giving us the job. I want to be able to see you every day.”
“Don’t worry, Garrett. I want you to do the work.”
“Perfect.” I breathe a sigh of relief. I figured I was about to get kicked to the curb. I’d have a lot of explaining to do to Hunter if that happened. “Wanna have breakfast? I’m starving.”
“Sounds like a perfect way to start the day,” she says.
I take her to
a diner that’s all the rage with the locals. We sit next to each other like we’re really a couple. We eat, chat about our pasts, laugh, and bust each other’s balls. By the time I walk out and kiss her good-bye, I know in my gut that I haven’t felt this way about anyone since my high school sweetheart.
5
I’m fucked.
I haven’t seen Barbie in days, and it has felt like an eternity. I crave her. We’ve texted back and forth, but with me trying to finish up my job so I can get started on hers on Monday, I’ve been swamped. She made me promise to reserve the weekend just for her so that we could play, and I was happy to oblige.
By the time Friday rolls around, I’m ready for the weekend and to get my hands on Barbie. At noon, she finally texts me with details.
Barbie: I have a surprise for you. Meet me at 825 Severn Ave. at five. Don’t be late.
Me: Okay. Want to clue me in?
Barbie: Nope. Just bring your sexy ass and don’t be late!
Me: Can’t wait to see you!
The afternoon drags, but when five o’clock rolls around, I’m at the private airport just as instructed. Barbie’s standing outside her car with two duffel bags at her feet. I park my car alongside hers and hop out with so much excitement I practically skip in her direction.
She looks stunning as always, wearing a black miniskirt, a white blouse that’s tucked in and accentuates her waist and tits, and a pair of black high heels.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, racing up to hug her and burying my face in her hair, letting her intoxicating scent surround me.
“We’re going to California for the weekend. I want you to see my club before you start this one on Monday.” She plants a big kiss on my lips because I’m gaping at her, unable to speak. “I have a private jet waiting for us just over there.”
I don’t know what to say. No one has ever taken me on a trip, let alone on a private jet. I grab her bags and follow her toward the plane that’s waiting with the pilot at the base of the steps.
“Is this your plane?” I know I sound like an idiot, but I’m in complete shock and don’t know what else to say.