by Sophie Stern
Kayla didn't need to be told twice. Without a word, she was on her knees in front of him, sliding his dick deep into her throat. Now it was Anne's turn to moan as she watched Kayla giving Bruce the blowjob of a lifetime. Her hands wandered up to his ass as she pushed him deeper into her throat. Bruce didn't look at Kayla while she sucked him. He looked at Anne.
"Do you like what you see, Miss May?" He asked. "Do you like watching Kayla lick your juices off of me?"
Kayla couldn't hear Anne's response, but she guessed that she must have nodded because Bruce said, "I thought you would."
He grabbed Kayla's hair and pulled it back again so that she was looking into his eyes. Leaning down, he kissed her hard on the mouth before whispering, "Get on the bed."
Kayla scurried over, grabbing Anne as she went, and the two girls hopped onto the bed, ready to continue pleasing their teacher.
9.
"Get on all fours," Bruce commanded as he walked over to the girls. They did as he told them to, lined up side-by-side. Kayla turned to Anne, and without further prompting, the duo began kissing softly as Bruce came up behind them.
"Yeah, like that," he murmured, obviously pleased with the little show they were giving him. Their asses wiggled in the air, begging him to continue fucking them. Anne was ready to feel him again and Kayla was ready to experience his dick for the first time since their solo adventure. Sucking him had been great, but feeling him throbbing inside of her would be even better.
It didn't take long for Bruce to make his way beside them and begin to fuck Anne. He fingered Kayla's pussy as he thrust deeper and deeper into Anne, making her moan and kiss Kayla harder each time. Kayla squeezed his fingers, wanting more, wanting to ask for more, wanting to ask for her turn, but she didn't dare. He would fuck her when he was ready.
She continued to kiss and lick Anne as the girl was filled with Bruce's dick. Her lips were soft and sweet, and just as gentle as Kayla remembered them being. Their hair fell together in one big, moppy mess as they continued to kiss and lick, both moaning and growing closer to orgasm.
Anne's fingers wandered down to play with her clit as Bruce fucked her. Kayla's hands were already rubbing away at her own. Feelings of warmth and satisfaction rushed over them as they continued to bite and kiss at one another.
"Cum for me, Anne," Bruce said, sensing that his little toy was close. Just a few more thrusts and he felt Anne's pussy spasm tightly over his dick, almost to the point of making him cum himself. She let out a soft yelp as she came, sliding her tongue into Kayla's mouth as the feelings of ecstasy overtook her. She had never felt so completely filled during an orgasm. It was so strong that even after it ended, she was shaking.
Bruce pulled out of Anne and moved to Kayla.
"Your turn, Pet," he whispered in her ear. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her over and over. Anne had already cum and climbed up to start kissing Bruce as he fucked Kayla. The two entwined their tongues, letting their lips mesh together softly as he thrust himself into Kayla again and again. As with Anne, he leaned down and pulled Kayla's hair, telling her when to cum, and she immediately obeyed, exploding into him.
She might have seen stars.
Completely exhausted and satisfied, Kayla let herself collapse on the bed as Bruce pulled away from her.
"No," he told her, seeing her spread out on the bed. "You're not done. Get over here."
Anne and Kayla knelt side by side as Bruce stood up over them and began to rub his cock. The air was filled with the scent of their lovemaking and sweat, a combination that make both girls hungry for more. They rubbed each others' tits gently, never breaking eye contact with Bruce as she continued to rub up and down his shaft. He was still hard and had lasted longer than he thought possible, but as Kayla and Anne began to kiss again, he couldn't hold on any longer.
His eyes closed as he thrust forward, releasing his cum over their faces and immersing their kiss with his taste.
When he opened his eyes again, they were still kissing, seemingly unaware that they were completely soaked in his cum.
Finally, the girls stopped long enough to look up at him and he smiled as Anne said, "Being a bad girl really pays off, huh?"
10.
Kayla's return to reality was unfortunate.
For days after fucking Bruce and Anne, she felt horny and excited. She found herself masturbating almost constantly, unable to become fully satisfied. Being with Bruce on her own had been amazing. Being with him and Anne had been out of this world.
She needed to do it again.
She needed to feel him again, to play with him again, to watch him pleasure Anne and bring her to the edge of reason again and again.
But Bruce had one rule that both girls knew about: no relationships. No strings. Bruce was a Roleplayer. That was what he did. He didn't do romance. He didn't do sweet. He would play a character, and he'd play it beautifully, but that was it.
Kayla spent the next week at work pouring over documents and paperwork, unable to focus completely. No matter what she was doing or where she was, she kept seeing the look on Anne's face as she melted into Bruce. She kept thinking about how his dick tasted when he fucked her mouth. She kept wondering what it would be like to be with them again and again and again.
Or to be with someone else completely and explore something totally new.
If Kevin noticed Kayla's absentmindedness at work, he said nothing, but she suspected that was because she had been wearing low cut shirts to work all week. She found that it helped to have easy access to her tits during her lunch break masturbation sessions. There was nothing like coming back from lunch completely soaked in sweat and smelling like sex to make a girl feel hot.
Kayla was so horny that she was thinking about trying to fuck Kevin, if only to have something new, fast, and quick. She didn't think he'd be as strong as Bruce, but she'd been fantasizing about him for long enough now that she almost had the confidence to approach him.
Almost.
Just as she was making up her mind to ask him out, Anne called Kayla at work.
Surprised at her friend's bold move, Kayla answered her phone.
"Hello?"
"Amateur night."
"What?"
"Amateur night. Tonight at 9. Dress slutty and buy some new shoes. We're going dancing."
"What are you talking about?" Kayla had never even been to a strip club, much less gotten naked at one.
"There's a contest tonight. Best striptease by an amateur wins a hundred bucks, and we're going to win. I'll text you the address. Be there."
Kayla opened her mouth to respond, but Anne had already hung up. She stared at her phone for a second before feeling a familiar feeling of growing dampness in her panties.
She was going to get naked on stage for the first time ever.
And she was going to do a damn good job of it.
Stripping Jupiter
Sophie Stern
Copyright © 2014 by Sophie Stern
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Note to Readers:
Stripping Jupiter is the third book in my Roleplayers series. While this book can best be enjoyed after reading Bitter Jupiter and Teaching Jupiter, it is designed to stand on its own and can absolutely be enjoyed as a standalone story.
As always, thank you for your constant support and readership!
Sophie
Chapter One
I'm still reeling from the phone call.
When Anne informed - not asked, informed - that we were going to amateur night at a local strip club, I wasn't sure what to think.
I'm still not.
It's been almost twenty minutes since she rang, and I'm still gawking at the phone, still staring, still not sure whether to be turned on or horrified.
I feel like I should be terrified, hone
stly. It's not that I'm morally opposed to strip clubs. I'm not. In fact, I'm not morally opposed to much of anything. I fight back a smirk as I think of the past few weeks and how many crazy, poor, unusual, and exciting decisions I've made. I fucked one of Anne's friends and then I fucked Anne. Then Anne and I fucked Bruce together, enjoying our first threesome. And we did enjoy it. A lot.
But now I'm at work, stuck in an office job that I once thought held a world of opportunity for me, but that mostly just holds paperwork. I stare at my cluttered desk, realizing how much work I actually have to get done before I can leave tonight. If I want any chance of being able to hurry home long enough to take a shower, much less pick out a fuck-me-please outfit, I need to get going.
I pick up the first sheet of paper and sigh. It's a lengthy order form that's scribbled in handwriting I can barely discern. Somehow, I manage to make out the name and telephone number of the customer well enough to locate them in our computer database and figure out exactly what it is that they want to order.
As I'm working, my boss, Kevin, walks through the doors. Technically, I'm his assistant now, but I kind of classify myself as his work-whore. No, I'm not fucking him, though I've thought about it many times. He's not ugly, though he might be married. I'm not really sure. Lately I've been so distracted role playing with Anne and Bruce that I've barely had time to think about other people, let alone fuck them.
But I consider myself Kevin's work-whore because he literally piles anything and everything on my desk that he doesn't want to do or doesn't understand how to do. I don't blame him, honestly. If I held an upper management position, I'd probably do the same thing to my team of slaves. After all, isn't that what employees are for?
I finally figure out what the order is supposed to be and finish punching it in the computer. I file the order form away in one of my many filing cabinets and start working on the next sheet of paper. Now, though, my mind isn't in it. My mind is on amateur night.
What's it going to be like?
What is Anne going to be like?
I think about my friend's gorgeous body: her long hair, her perky nipples, her pussy that's always wet and ready for more. I catch myself daydreaming about earlier in the week when we managed to fuck each other silly on her bed. Now I'm the one that's wet and dripping.
Maybe I should excuse myself from this stack of kill-me-now paperwork. Maybe I should sneak into the bathroom, peel down my panties, and finger myself alone in the stall until I'm coming as hard as I was beneath Anne's tongue.
Maybe.
But I don't.
I wonder what Anne is going to wear tonight. She's always been dirtier than me, at least by my standards. She's always been very comfortable with her sexuality. I've been a little slower to grow into my sexual identity. I've been a little more tame, a little more reserved, a little more monogamous.
But now that I'm exploring, now that I'm finally opening up, I'm not sure how I lived so long that way.
I pick up the next sheet of paper, but it might as well be blank. All I'm seeing is Anne on stage, swaying her hips. The music is loud: the crowd even louder. Her shirt comes off quickly, almost instantly. The black bra she chose flashes beneath the lights on the stage and soon she's everyone's darling. Soon she's everyone's fantasy. Soon she's everyone's wish.
But the only one she's going home with is me.
I bite a finger, still holding the page. Is she going to want to dance with me? Will she pull me up on stage and make me her plaything? Will she be the one to strip me down, to bend me over, to slide a finger in my pussy as the whole room watches?
I let out a soft moan as I think about the way her hands will feel petting my cunt, making it ache for her tongue.
I wonder what will happen if she lets loose and decides that it's okay to fuck me right there on stage.
My hand slides from my mouth to my breast, squeezing it gently over my blouse. I close my eyes, wondering what the crowd will do if Anne decides to push me down on stage and lick my pussy 'til I'm moaning and writhing and dying with pleasure.
I wonder what the other dancers will do.
I wonder what Bruce will do.
And suddenly, with a start, I wonder what Kevin will do.
Because he's standing in front of my desk and looks anything but pleased.
Chapter Two
"Mr. Thompson," I say, suddenly well aware of where I am and who I'm with.
Shit.
How much did he see?
Judging from the judgy look on his face, it was more than I had bargained for, more than I had expected. His eyes pierce my heart, staring me down, making me wish he was bending me over the desk and spanking me for being so inappropriate at work. What he could do to me with those hands...
I quiver.
"What can I do for you?" I manage to squeak out, but it doesn't get me off the hook.
"Kayla," he says slowly, as if he isn't quite sure what to say to me. His lips twitch. Is he about to smile? To laugh? To tell me to keep my slutanigans (that's a word) at home? I've been working for him long enough to know that he doesn't mix business with pleasure. He doesn't talk about his life outside of work, nor does he ask about mine. When I'm at work, my ass is his until he chooses to let me go.
For a second, I wonder what would happen if he didn't let my ass go...
"Did you manage to finish the order for Samuel Gleewood's office?" He finally says. His eyes catch mine, and I realize it's not what he wanted to say. It's not what he cares about. It's not what he's thinking about. That might not even be a real client. I don't know. What I do know is that he absolutely saw me rubbing on my tit and he absolutely heard me moaning.
Absolutely.
And if I'm not mistaken, I think I see the firm outline in his pants starting to grow just a little bit harder, just a little bit bigger.
For me? How sweet.
I look straight into his eyes and I realize that he's thinking the exact same thing I am: What would it be like to fuck? Right here, right now. What would it be like to bend me over my desk, slide my skirt up, and strip my panties off? What would it be like to glide his hand up my creamy white thighs until he reached my pussy? What would it be like to reach a little bit higher, a little bit deeper, until his finger reached inside of me and began to pulse?
What would it be like to make me cum right here?
I realize I haven't said anything yet and he's still waiting.
"Uh," I manage to get out, looking hastily at the mess on my desk. "I'll take care of it right now," I finally say.
"Thank you," he says, nodding appreciatively. He's all business now. The sexually-charged moment of tension has passed. For both of our sakes, I'm glad. While I'm sure Kevin has a huge, throbbing dick, fucking me at work probably isn't in the company's best interest.
It would just be another unnecessary distraction.
Without another word, he heads into his adjoining office and closes the door. I can't help but wonder what he's doing in there. Jerking off? Is he pulling his dick out and thinking of me? Is he wondering what it would be like to have me come in there right now and start sliding his cock down my needy throat?
I have to stop this.
My panties are soaked and I still have hours to go.
Taking a deep breath, I reach for another stack of paperwork. Time to find the Gleewood file.
Chapter Three
I manage to make it through the rest of my day without anymore weird encounters with Kevin. As soon as the clock strikes five, I grab my purse and leave a still-messy desk behind. I have to meet Anne in just a few hours and I have no time to waste.
I realize on my way home that I still don't know what I'm going to wear. What do you wear to amateur night? Does it even matter? It's just going to be stripped off anyway, right?
I have several little black dresses. I could easily pair any one of them with stilettos or knee-high boots to give me a sultry look. I'm not sure, though. Somehow, those seem too predictable. I want to do som
ething different. I want to do something that's going to make me stand out. I want something that's going to make every person in that club remember me.
I pull into my driveway and hop out of the car, punching the button to lock it as I hurry inside my house. My clothes hit the floor as soon as my door is closed. Then I'm racing up the stairs to my master bathroom so I can wash, shave, and soak in the tub before I have to go.
I start the water and pour in way too much bubble bath. It's not long before the tub is filled to the brink and I sink softly into the water, feeling my stress, anxiety and anxiousness about the night beginning to melt away.
What am I going to do tonight?
I lean my head against the back of the tub, allowing myself to drift into a world of fantasy, excitement, and dirty behavior. My hands start to roam my body a little more freely tonight. Controlling myself at work was harder than it should have been. Thinking about dancing in front of a crowd, swinging my body around a dance pole, peeling my clothes off layer by layer... I was soaking wet all day.
And now I deserve a little fun.
My fingers make their way down to where I really want them to be. I stroke my pussy, feeling its soft folds beneath the water. I picture the way the crowd is going to look tonight when they see what I'm hiding. The front row is going to be filled with eager eyes and I'm not surprised when I picture Kevin looking more eager than anyone else.