by Mia Madison
Her eyes were bold, filled with drunken lust as they looked me squarely in the eye. I could see it, even in the darkness of the VIP suite. She was unashamed of her hunger for my cock, and I was stunned to see how ravenous she was.
“I’ve wanted to feel your cock since last night,” she confessed, fisting my cock as she licked it.
I moaned and pumped her fist with my cock even more, heated up by her saucy confession. I let her tongue stroke the underside of my shaft and her lips suck my length for a few more minutes before I pushed her off to avoid cumming erratically, and ordered her on the couch.
She looked at me, lips wet with saliva. I opened her bodice, and placed her tits on full display. They were drizzled with spit too.
She was a beautiful sight to behold. Her breasts had perfect sienna-colored areolas, just perfect for tasting. I dipped my head between her breasts pushing them together to drown myself in her succulent cleavage.
Her soft skin smelled clean and woodsy, with a hint of spice. I stuck out my tongue, dragged it along the lightly salted skin, tasting her with a passion that surged through my body.
Her nipples looked ripe. They ached to be nibbled. She tossed her head back and moaned as I sucked on them, determined to make her moan for me like she’d been moaning earlier. I wanted to hear those sweet whimpers pepper the air, because they’d be only a sample of what was to come when I sank my cock into her.
“Oh baby, yes! Suck my tits.” She cried. I growled with desire hearing her call out to me with abandon. “You’re making my pussy wet. I’m soooooo wet for your big cock. I want it inside me right now.”
Reow. This Kitten was getting feisty.
“Are you?” My fingers slipped down between her creamy thighs. I gasped at how slick and wet she was. She was drenched like she’d had another bucket of sweet nectar to release.
Blair’s sexy doll eyes were mere slits as she bit her lip and took the smooth penetration of my fingers in her cunt, exploring every inch of her terrain.
I hit that familiar little knub inside her body, the tiny area every woman had that made them quiver and explode with delight. As I crooked my finger and stimulated her g-Spot, Blair screamed and creamed all over my hand for the second time that night.
As her orgasm subsided, I stuck two fingers in my mouth and tasted the salty-sweet flavor of her pussy.
Mmmm. Delicious. Fucking delicious.
“You ready for this thick cock inside you?”
“Yes…” Her voice was nearly breathless.
Dick harder than a diamond, I positioned myself between her legs. The space between her thighs was a gushy, beautiful mess. I’d never seen pussy so wet just from sucking my dick and a little fingerfuck. Cream coated her opening, like a Twinkie had exploded.
My pulse quickened as I thought of the forbidden aspect of this. We were at work, she was one of my dancers. She was a woman who should have been off limits for a million reasons. She was barely legal, only 18 and some change, but was about to get every inch of this dick – and love it.
Wicked shudders shot through me as I slapped my cock on her clit. Pushing her leg up for a better aim, I pushed the head in slowly. She gasped and I sighed at the sensation. The penetration brought a sense of relief to the both of us. I couldn’t escape how unbelievably tight and succulent the pink flesh of her pussy was. Her pussy sucked me in, nearly giving me the deep throat sensation she’d provided earlier.
“Oooh, baby. Fuuuuuuuuck.” My cuss dragged out slowly as I slowly slid into her, the bed creaking underneath us. “Babydoll your pussy feels fucking amazing.”
Her breath hitched at my reaction to her pussy. She squirmed and wiggled underneath my body, taking every thrust as she begged me, “Fuck your baby doll’s pussy…”
Desperate to control my body and prevent an early climax, I forced myself to slow down and pull back from release. My body fought with me, ready to explode deep inside her walls, and I grit my teeth against the oncoming sensation.
I distracted myself and studied her expressions as we fucked. Her eyes would squeeze shut and suddenly flutter open; she’d tune in and out as she felt my thick stick swirl around in her. Her cunt walls rippled with pleasure as she moaned, groaned, and continued to beg me to go deeper and deeper in her.
Plunging myself deeper and deeper into her wet cunt, I rolled my eyes in ecstasy as I experienced the magical way she gripped my length. She squeezed me with fervent need. Her pussy was fantastic, it fit me like a glove, and felt perfectly designed to grip and suck up all my seed.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock… That’s right, give me every inch of that pussy. Don’t hold back, give me every wall in that pussy. I can feel every one of your walls, and your tight little pussy feels so good…”
Blair moaned, writhed, and continued to cry. Tears of joy ran down her face as she praised my cock and told me I was how incredible I felt inside her. I gently removed locks of hair that kept falling in her face. I wanted to watch pleasure overtake her with every thrust.
She looked at me, her eyes blissfully low and dark with desire. “Cam? Fuck me doggystyle.”
I pulled out, eager to please. Gesturing her to lead the way, I said, “Say no more.”
I helped her ease up, and slipped the rest of the gown from her curvy hips. I didn’t want anything in the way as I turned her on all fours and prepared to take her. She grabbed the edge of the mattress and tooted her sweet ass in the air. Her butt was soft and cushy, like two soft pillows scented with the sweet fragrance of wild pussy.
I slapped her cheeks, squeezing them with my hands for pleasure. I loved the way my hand prints looked in her ass.
Pushing myself against her tight wet hole, she moaned for me to put it in and I sank into her. It took everything to keep from pumping her with the frenzy of a crazed madman. There was something out of this world about fucking her at this angle.
Feeling experimental, I reached forward and clasped her neck with my hands, choking her. I squeezed lightly, just enough for her to get that orgasmic lightheaded feeling that would send her over the moon.
“Ooooooh.”
Her soft moans of surrender let me know I was doing it right, as did the thunderous ripple that pushed through her body as I felt her cunt convulse on my cock.
I released the grip on her neck and grabbed her hips, determined to bury myself to the hilt in her cunt after a few rapid strokes of my own. The way her pussy sucked and gripped on my cock made it impossible for me to keep myself from nutting. I bellowed loudly and released the hot load of nut churning in my balls.
Cum spewed from the head of my cock like a geyser. I felt the violent jerks of my shaft as spasm after spasm sent the cum into her pussy, which continued to suck it up like a vacuum.
We continued to come in unison, until we were spent and our legs wouldn’t work. When it was over, I pulled out of her, and kissed her forehead.
“Mmm…”
She was asleep before I even cradled her properly in my arms.
17
Blair
Cam and I stayed in the VIP suite for the entire evening. I would have probably been there all night, sleeping comfortably in his arms if Trixie hadn’t come looking for me.
Kelsey probably told her what VIP room I was in. I wasn’t sure how long we’d slept. I just know I woke, and somehow we were cradled against each other horizontally on the couch, completely snuggled.
Her knowing smirk resurfaced at the sight of us exiting together, but she didn’t say anything. She winked at me as we walked alongside to the dressing room.
It was during this time that I experienced my first walk of shame. I broke a cardinal rule. I fucked my boss. I mixed business with pleasure.
The shameful reality hit me on the trek back to the locker room. The club was near closing hours, only a few dancers were left, but it there were still more than enough to make this uncomfortable.
My hair was wild and disheveled. I’m sure I smelled like pure fucking sex.
I looked in the mirror and cringed. I looked freshly fucked as well.
“Must’ve been a really good VIP.” I heard a few snickers on the opposite side of the room, where several of Lena’s friends usually congregated.
“Real fuckin’ good.”
“I heard Cam’s got a big dick. Is it true?”
I ignored the rude comments and catty barbs. I didn’t owe these bitches anything. Responding to their taunts would only further enthuse them.
The girls continued to push from the other side of the room.
“You don’t have to be a stuck up bitch. Lena told me his dick was big,” one of them piped out. “You’re not the only one.”
Bitch! That barb sent darts through my heart, blowing the serene high I felt.
Maybe I wasn’t the only one after all. I didn’t need them to bring me down from Cloud 9 though.
“Don’t listen to that shit. He wouldn’t fuck Lena with a 10 foot pole. Remember, this is our last night anyway.”
Trixie spoke low enough so only I could hear. I nodded and smiled, grateful to have such a tough yet tenderhearted friend.
“Look at that tall slore trying to calm her friend down. She thinks she’s tough and running shit because she got Lena fired today.” The same girl who taunted me said that loudly, shifting everyone’s attention to Trixie. Trixie turned and crossed her arms while addressing the messy women in the room.
“That coked-out bitch got herself fired,” she spat. “Because - like the rest of you strung out sluts - she doesn’t know how to mind her own hustle.”
“Watch out sweetheart. Cam can protect your ass beyond the walls of this club, or this parking lot.” The troublemaker, Delilah, walked up to Trixie with a vicious look in her eye.
Delilah was another dancer who was wickedly beautiful, yet also extremely catty. She wasn’t as tall as Trixie or Lena, perhaps 5’8,” but she had thick curvy legs and claimed she was training to fight. She was half-Black, and half-Mexican, giving her a video vixen look. She would be perfect in a rap video.
Trixie didn’t blink one bit as Delilah got in her face.
“You got my cousin fired, hoe. I don’t take easily to slutty bitches like you stealing coins out my family’s pockets. Bitch, you’d best believe your car getting fucked up will be the least of your worries.”
Trixie’s acerbic laugh was the straw needed to trigger Delilah.
“Bitch!” She screamed, hitting Trixie in the face. Trixie responded with a right hook to Delilah’s jaw, knocking her back a few feet.
The girls started brawling. Girls were cheering Delilah on as she grabbed a fistful of Trixie’s hair and attempted to punch her in the face. I was pissed and freaked out. This was the kind of drama I didn’t want to deal with. I knew immediately that I shouldn’t have bothered coming to work.
“Trixie!” I tried to get in the middle and break the two up. I pushed against Delilah to separate the two.
“You want some of this too, bitch?”
THWAP!
She slapped me so hard my neck whipped. I fell back a few steps, dazed by the sting. Delilah’s friends cheered, “Yeah! You slapped the shit out of that stupid bitch.”
“You really fucked up now!” I heard Trixie say. She punched Delilah in the mouth, instantly splitting her lip and knocking her to the ground.
“What the hell is going on?!” Cam’s voice boomed. I don’t think anyone noticed his entrance until then. Kelsey and two security men stood to the side of him.
He surveyed the scene. Delilah was on the floor with a bloody hand on her lip glaring at him, and then Trixie. Trixie was breathing heavily with her clothing ripped, her hair wild and messed up, and her nostrils flaring. When he saw me holding my face, sitting there dazed, he roared.
“EVERYONE GO HOME!” The girls started to protest their innocence, proclaiming to have nothing to do with what happened. Choruses of “I wasn’t involved” and “That’s not fair” littered the air.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE OR YOU’RE FIRED. EITHER WAY, YOU’RE GOING HOME.”
Shit. I didn’t plan to come back here anyway. I shouldn’t have been there tonight. Why hadn’t I listened to myself in the first place?
Cam stood over me, and placed a hand on my shoulder. Leaning down, he asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded. I was fully conscious of what just happened, but I just had no words. I slowly stood.
“Let me see.” He gently tugged my face away from my cheek, which I imagined was probably the color of a Flaming Hot Cheeto. I wasn’t really fair skinned and didn’t bruise easily; there was hope the color and sting would die down by the morning.
His eyes narrowed with anger. “Delilah, you’re fired. Neither you or your cousin are allowed on this property again.” He nodded to security. They approached her, and she started cursing, her lip still bloody and starting to swell.
“That’s not fucking fair!” She yelled. “These bitches started it. You’re really going to choose two new bitches over my cousin and I? We didn’t have any drama until those two came along!”
Cam turned a deaf ear to her.
He turned to me and Trixie. “Finish getting dressed. See you in a minute.”
* * *
We changed quickly, and cashed out. Cam doubled my VIP fee per hour, and added a generous tip. At least he was a man of his word. The good news was that slap covered up how badly I blushed. I hadn’t even needed to dance for him, yet he felt I was worth every penny.
He was certainly worth every inch himself. I suppressed myself from biting my lip as I thought back to the sexual tryst we had in the VIP. It was so raw and uninhibited. There was so much passion, despite my hesitation, and it overrode my fears.
I knew it was wrong, and despite the lick of shame, I regret nothing. I wanted do it all over again.
And that, ladies and gentleman, was the problem.
“You ladies ready?” One of the security men asked us as we left the locker room. “Your escort’s ready.”
He reached for our bags and gestured for us to walk ahead of him. Cam was waiting for us at the SUV. Like the night before, he assisted Trixie in getting in first, and then the duffels. His hand squeezed mine a little as he helped me enter.
Trixie provided the address once more. Behind the veil of the car’s tint, Cam pulled me into his arms, clearly not giving a fuck what Trixie or security saw. I was still mellow from the fantastic sex we’d had, plus the magic of fulfilling an entire shift without having to dance for any of it. It felt like I’d gotten away with murder, just a little bit.
Trixie didn’t bother us. Aside of giving me an apologetic look, she was rather quiet and withdrawn. I knew she felt bad for asking me to come to work. Trixie could always handle her own, but she knew I was different. Coming to work only confirmed my fears, and she was plagued with guilt.
She kept her head forward, plugged her earbuds in, and scrolled Instagram the whole ride back to our apartment.
“Come here.” Cam instructed. He had a cool compress for my face. Pressing it gently against my cheek. I jumped, because it stung lightly, but the chill started to soothe me. He pulled me against him, and curled me in the crook of his arm. He smelled fresh and oceanic, like a Balinese vacation.
I would have loved to be in Bali at the moment. I almost would have loved to be anywhere but here at that moment… but laying under Cam, curled up and comfortable, revived the blissful energy I had prior to the fight.
Cam and I curled up under each other, drunk in the buzz of our afterglow. From time to time, he’d tenderly place a kiss on my temple, and murmur low enough to ask if I was okay. My eyes were closed, and I’d grunt gently in the affirmative, bundling up under the coziness of his touch.
I soaked in these moments I had with him. They were sweet. They were sexy. They were everything I’d fucking needed.
They were also bittersweet, because I never planned to see him again.
18
Cam
Have you ever had an en
counter so amazing that it shifts the way you think about life?
I thought movies were exaggerating when they show a couple having the best days of their life ever after having a night of great sex. You know, where the sky’s all blue, the birds are chirping, and you’re just an overall happy kind of guy?
Well, let me tell you. I gotta take my skepticism back, because now I see what the fuss is all about.
I woke up later than usual, still a little peeved about the drama from last night. Yet and still, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I’d never felt so energized, like a warrior ready to conquer the day. Like anything was possible, and that was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I’ve bedded plenty of women in my day, but Blair was the stuff of fantasies. She one of, if not the most beautiful, elegant, alluring ladies in my club. I had her in nearly every way possible, and the experience eclipsed anything my brain and cock could ever come up with on their own.
She was so wet, so tight. Her walls gripped me like a vice, and then surrendered, molding themselves around me perfectly. Her body fit into mine so flawlessly. Her tits, her ass cheeks, and even the way she tucked into my arm afterward - it was like she was molded and sculpted to fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.
I was so tired and satisfied I didn’t want to wash her off of me. Her scent was on my clothes, and stamped on my cock, a primal brand of territory. Consider me marked, because I was all hers, if that’s what she wanted.
The curious looks from my staff were noticed, yet went ignored and unaddressed. They questioned the obvious way Blair had my nose wide open, and while I understood, I didn’t give a fuck.
I wouldn’t explain myself to anyone because this was my club, this was my business. I was a man who was shrewd at reading people. I didn’t make mistakes when it came to women anymore.
If I went all in for Blair, it was because I chose to, because I knew she was worth it, from every tress of rich molasses brown hair on her head to every one of the ten succulent tips of her pedicured toes.