His Dirty Dancer: The Halloween Honeys

by Callahan, Kelli

  Watching the pleasure erupt on his face made my own desires surge even more, but I fought against them as I descended on his cock. It had to be all about him, even if it was making me so wet that I was almost dripping on the floor. I slowly moved along his length, taking a little more between my lips each time I went down, keeping my tongue moving against the bottom. His hips started to move and he gasped several times when he went deeper. His cock pushed into the barrier at the back of my throat, so I took a deep breath and prepared to take the rest of his cock with one quick motion. I pulled until the glans was against my lips, circled it with my tongue, and then descended with determination. I swallowed once he hit the back of my throat, and felt him slide further. My lips continued moving until I felt them against his balls and he moaned even louder.

  “Holy shit!” His hips moved a little faster and a groan of surprise and pleasure erupted from him. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot.”

  I assumed Brett had never had a woman deep-throat him before based on his reaction. It wasn’t extremely comfortable, but when I saw the way it made him react, I was glad I had managed to do it. I kept him in my throat until I adjusted and my breathing was under control. After that, I was able to repeat the motion each time I went down. I took him from glans to balls over and over as I felt his cock throb against my tongue. His motions got faster and I felt him start to pulsate after I completed my deep-throated descent several dozen times. He was about to cum and I was going to get my prize. I kept going, making him groan and grunt until the moment was almost there. When I felt his balls twinge, I moved my lips faster.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He let out a growl mixed with a groan, and wrapped both hands around my head.

  Brett’s muscles flexed once he was in my throat and he held me there with his dick as deep as it could possibly go. I felt cum surging through his shaft and then it exploded in my throat. It was thick and quickly saturated the back of my throat, but I swallowed as fast as I could. I didn’t expect so much volume, but I wasn’t going to lose a single drop. I kept swallowing until I felt the last eruption and his hands dropped away from my head. I slowly pulled back, licking the bottom of his cock and sucking the last remnants of cum from the tip when I got it to my lips. Brett exhaled sharply, blinked several times like he was in complete shock, and then looked down at me with a smile on his face.

  “That was—fuck, that was incredible.” He exhaled sharply again and shook his head. “I’ve never seen anyone show so much enthusiasm.”

  “If you think that was good, wait until you see how hard I ride your cock when it’s inside me.” I looked up at him and grinned, lightly teasing him with my fingertips.

  “You don’t get that yet.” He shook his head back and forth. “Not until I get a taste of that pussy.”

  He pushed a finger between my legs and entered me. I moaned immediately as he pushed it deep. He kept the finger buried, wrapped an arm around me, and started to stand. He dropped to his knees and gently placed me on the floor with his finger thrusting the entire time. I moaned and let out a groan of pleasure. He slowly pulled his finger free, kissed along my thighs, and pushed my legs apart. My body was on fire and my skin practically sizzled underneath his kiss. He slowly worked his way down until his tongue was tracing the sensitive skin near my labia and pushing into my wetness. I definitely wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to give me the same kind of pleasure I gave him. I ran my fingers through his hair and arched my back when I felt his lips against my clit for the first time.

  A generous man that gives as good as he receives. I like that.

  Lexi

  Brett’s tongue was like magic against my flesh. It danced on my clit and moved down to my pussy so he could taste my desire. He wasn’t giving it the old college try, he was a fucking expert. I couldn’t imagine any woman leaving a man who knew how to use his tongue like he did. I was ready to fall in love on the spot, even if the emotional connection wasn’t completely bridged across my saturated sea of lust. My nails dug into his scalp and my body squirmed underneath him, but he kept me in place so that his wonderful tongue could continue sending the waves of pleasure through my body. I was moaning so loud my whole body vibrated from the quick bursts of air rushing from my throat.

  “You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.” I squealed and lifted off the floor as my abdominal muscles tightened.

  “Or maybe I’ll stop.” He pulled his tongue back and chuckled. “You enjoyed teasing me. Maybe I’ll just leave you wet and begging for more.”

  “I will pin you to this damn floor and fuck you until you can’t breathe!” I lashed out playfully, digging my nails into his scalp. “Back to work, Professor. I’m enjoying class for once in my life.”

  “Careful what you ask for.” He pushed my legs further apart. “I might make you cum so many times you can’t remember your own name before I bury my cock in this beautiful pussy.”

  Brett’s tongue plunged inside me and he stretched it as far as it would go, penetrating me and devouring my wetness. I let my body relax a little bit, hoping I could enjoy the pleasure before I gave in to my orgasm. There was no way I would ever be able to enjoy one night of bliss with a drunk frat boy after feeling true passion. I was over the moon and we hadn’t even fucked yet. My body squirmed on the floor so hard I thought I was going to get rug burns on my ass, but they would be worth it. I just wanted him to keep going—to keep that tongue inside me or against my clit. It was hard to tell which one I liked more because both of the pleasure points were raging with my lust.

  “Oh god!” I arched my back and gasped. “You’re going to make me cum!”

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. There was a pressure inside me begging to be released. It made my body so tight that I thought it was going to suffocate me if I didn’t give in to the beautiful bliss I craved. I felt the pressure getting tighter each time his tongue caressed my flesh until the sensation was overwhelming. My muscles started to relax and my body shook. Intense waves of pleasure crashed into me, taking me to a realm of euphoria I never imagined. I was a ball of energy floating against his tongue, diving deeper into my orgasm as it started to consume me. The pleasure finally faded after nearly a minute of nirvana and I felt my limbs fall to the floor. A satisfied smile formed on my lips and I exhaled all of the oxygen trapped in my lungs.

  “Amazing—just fucking amazing.” I lifted my head slightly to look at him.

  “That was just the first one.” He smirked at me and immediately started licking my pussy again, but with more ferocity than before.

  I had never experienced more than one orgasm with a guy. The few times I got oral pleasure, I had to return the favor and then the evening was over. I had come close a couple of times with Tyler, but he never managed to get me to that point more than once without a lengthy break. I thought Brett was about to waste some really good tongue action, but he was chasing his prize and too determined to stop. It felt good, but I hung on the edge of that pleasure with no expectation of reaching bliss again until I felt my body reacting to him. The pressure returned, with even more intensity. It built fast without giving me a moment to adjust, and before I knew it, my squirming body was orgasming again.

  “I’m cumming!” I gasped for air and felt the pleasure surging through my veins.

  That should have been enough. Brett had already outdone himself and exceeded my expectations. Apparently, he hadn’t exceeded his own. He immediately went to work on my pussy again, and it was so sensitive I could hardly stand his tongue when it danced across my clit. The sensitivity only served to heighten the pleasure. He had started a chain reaction and I was at his mercy. His tongue brought me to climax again and again, taking me from the heights of bliss, to the depths of agony, and back to bliss. I had no idea I could literally orgasm on top of another orgasm while it was still swirling inside me, but he made it happen. I was trapped under his tongue until he was done, and all I could do was give my body to him. By the time he was done, my head was spinning, m
y muscles were exhausted, and I could barely open my eyes.

  “Now I’m going to take you to the bedroom and make this feel like nothing more than foreplay.” Brett shifted beside me and I felt his hands underneath my body.

  I barely had enough energy to drape an arm around his neck as he lifted me off the floor. It felt like I was floating on a cloud, even with his powerful arms wrapped around me. He carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on a mattress so soft I felt like I was falling into the cushioned top with nothing to stop me. I slowly parted my eyes and watched as he removed his shirt. Brett was built like a fucking tank, with muscles adorned in beautiful ink. I had never seen him in anything other than a suit or a white dress shirt at school. I had no idea how delicious he was underneath those clothes. He opened his nightstand drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore the wrapper with his teeth. After it was unrolled on his length, he lifted my legs and dropped between my thighs.

  “You’re mine.” He leaned forward and growled into my ear. “As long as I want you. As many times as I want you.”

  “Yes.” I purred weakly, feeling some of my desires returning as the afterglow began to fade.

  His tongue had earned him the right to use my exhausted body in any way that he pleased. I would have been too weak to fight, even if I wanted to. His tongue might as well have been a drug that forced orgasms straight into my veins. It was the sweetest feeling of intoxication ever. Brett pulled me closer and I felt his glans against my clit. He rubbed it a few times before sliding lower and pushing his cock into my wetness. It had been a long time since I had sex, and there was an initial moment of shock as my pussy was stretched. I was too wet for it to create much of an issue, and after a couple of gentle thrusts, every inch was inside me. I didn’t know how good a well-endowed man could make me feel until his girth pressed against my g-spot. He didn’t have to try and hit it. He crushed the pleasure point each time he drove himself deep, and it made my body tingle.

  “You feel incredible!” I bit down on my lip and moaned. “I can’t believe I can feel anything after what you did to me.”

  “I’m not done making you cum yet.” He shifted his weight and started to thrust harder. “I’m going to enjoy this tight little pussy for the rest of the night.”

  After what he did to me with his tongue, I believed every word coming off it. His thrusts got faster as they slammed into me. The primal urges came to life in his eyes. There was nothing but desire behind those sky blue orbs, and his beautiful tattooed muscles flexed each time his weight crashed into my body. He leaned forward and his lips locked on mine with so much ferocity and fire the kiss seared us together. My fingernails dug into his flesh as his cock kept my g-spot buzzing each time he lifted up to ravage my body with another thunderous thrust. His tongue swirled against mine and made the pressure that had been built up so many times start to create a new sensation of bliss. It begged to be released, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long, with heat between us reaching a level that threatened to set the bed on fire.

  “Oh god!” I moaned and screamed, forcing our lips apart.

  “Cum for me, baby.” He slid his lips across my face and growled into my ear. “I want to feel your tight pussy milk every drop of cum from my balls.”

  He pushed up and started to hammer his dick into me harder. My body was already on fire from the power of his thrusts. His dick was like a piston being driven deep inside me. His hips began to move erratically. I could tell he was on the same edge of bliss that was trying to consume me. My muscles got tight, and I felt my fingernails almost breaking his skin, but he didn’t seem to notice. I rolled forward on the bed when the first surge of true pleasure rushed through my veins. I started to orgasm and it was so hard my entire body tightened before the release pulled me back to reality. My pussy spasmed on his girth, getting even tighter as his thrusts were hammered deep. I felt him suddenly start to throb, then pulsate. He was about to explode.

  “Oh fuck!” His head flew back and a roaring growl rushed out of his throat.

  “Cum inside me! I want to feel you!” I screamed, feeling the orgasm immediately spin into another one.

  His roar was followed by growls of primal desire. I felt cum surging through his shaft. I felt the impact inside me when he started to shoot his thick streams into the condom. I wished it wasn’t catching his seed, because I would have loved to feel the cannon-like explosion deep in my womb. The condom ballooned and I continued to orgasm as he released every drop of his lust. He kept going until my final orgasm had subsided, and then crashed forward into me. His lips danced across my body, and before I even had time to react, he was thrusting again. He wasn’t done. The pleasure had only begun and there was a need in his eyes that screamed for me to satisfy him until he was as exhausted as me.

  “You don’t even need a break?” I moaned as the sensitive flesh came to life again.

  “No—not yet.” He shook his head and picked up the pace. “But you promised me a lap dance, and I think I’m ready to let you ride my cock until I cum again.”

  This is going to be the longest night of my life.

  Brett

  The next day

  I barely got a moment of sleep during the night with Lexi’s tempting body calling out to me every time I felt a twinge in my balls. We were consumed with desire. I hadn’t been that horny since I was a teenager, but I wasn’t going to waste a precious moment. We collapsed from pure exhaustion when the sun peeked through the clouds, but I was inside her again before it fully illuminated my bedroom. Thank god it was Saturday. I would have been a zombie if I tried to walk into work after getting the most intense workout of my life between Lexi’s legs. That didn’t even count the number of times she was on top, treating me like a bucking bronco. When my eyes parted after a brief nap and I rolled over to see the clock, I couldn’t believe that it was almost noon.

  I’m not even sure how long I was out for.

  I rolled back over and put an arm around Lexi’s naked body. She was so fucking gorgeous, like an angel that had fallen from heaven to grace my bed for one night of bliss. It was hard to connect the dots in my head and figure out how we got from the charity event to my bedroom. I knew how we got there physically, but I had no idea what came over her when she returned to the bar. I had pushed her away. I had been ready to drink myself into a coma once I realized how stupid my plan was. Whatever ignited the spark inside her was beautiful to see, and there was no way I could resist those curves. My dick was almost dead weight, but the sight of them still made my balls twinge.

  A woman like this doesn’t belong in my bed. She’s too perfect for someone like me. I already let my heart get broken once.

  With the morning light providing clarity, my thoughts started to drown out my desire for more of what we shared in the dark. Lexi wasn’t just an incredibly gorgeous woman. She was a student. Mixing business with pleasure was an understatement. She was a fire that could burn out of control and bring my world down around me. Sure, other professors dated students. I heard the talk. It still didn’t make things easier, knowing others had been in the same position I was in. There would be repercussions for what we did on the dance floor. It wasn’t my ex-wife’s jealousy I was worried about anymore. All of the people I had done business with for years—the ones that held me in high regard… It was one thing to show up with a beautiful woman on my arm for a charity event. Dancing like we were trying to fuck each other on the dance floor was something else entirely.

  Yet here I am—wondering if I truly give a damn. I no longer work at Hill Marketing. I could live a good life without the gig at Oak Ridge University if I had to. Am I really thinking about shit like that after one night with Lexi?

  “Why are you staring at me?” Lexi’s eyes parted and she snuggled close to the pillow.

  “You’re beautiful—why wouldn’t I stare?” A smile spread across my face and I leaned close to kiss her forehead.

  “I bet I look like I got run over by a truck—a truck named Brett.” She
groaned and pulled away. “We slept so late I’m going to be doing the walk of shame through the entire sorority house.”

  “Or you could stay a little longer.” I reached out and grabbed her arm.

  “Maybe if you cook me breakfast while I take a shower.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “I don’t have to be at the haunted house until it gets dark.”

  “Gladly.” I sat up and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder before bouncing out of bed.

  I walked in the kitchen and dug around in my fridge until I found some stuff that resembled breakfast. I normally just had coffee in the morning and ate an early lunch. It was actually past the time I ate, so I definitely needed food. I was famished, even if I was still groggy. I started a pot of coffee while I fried up some bologna, topped it in cheese, and made some toast. Once the food was fixed, I picked up my cell phone to check it, expecting the screen to be blank. I was surprised to have more than one message—I had texts, missed calls, and a few voicemails. To my surprise, most of them were kudos from guys I used to work with. There was one that was extremely negative, though—from Melinda.

  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

  I listened to the message and rolled my eyes when I heard her condescending tone, telling me how much of an asshole I was for bringing a prostitute to the charity event. It left me with a hint of rage, but I could see why she would think that. Lexi’s costume choice was definitely on the slutty side. The strange thing was that I had no real emotional response to Melinda’s message. That feeling I had held onto after the divorce had faded. The one that made me ask Lexi to go there in the first place was like a memory not worth revisiting. I dropped my phone on the counter and left it there as Lexi walked into the dining room wearing one of my old t-shirts that hung on her like an oversized dress.

  “Everything okay? You had a scowl on your face when I walked in.” She raised her eyebrows in concern.