TakeItOff

by Taylor Cole

  I still hadn’t had sex yet, and I was hornier than hell, so I devised a plan where the two who were finished would go to the store and buy me some condoms. I offered fifty bucks and said they had to hurry because my nuts were about to explode!

  The two in the other bed finished and I was feeling sorry for myself. I had one of the hottest girls I had ever scored and I had no condom. Plus, the van was getting ready to leave to take us home soon. The two I sent to the store never left. The van was leaving soon, so I realized that it was not going to happen for us that night. I got her number and told her we had go. That ride home was very uncomfortable. My balls felt like I was nineteen again after just having dry-humped my girlfriend. I was in a relationship with a female stripper at the time. We weren’t the happiest couple and I just couldn’t get this other girl out of my head. I would call her and she would call me. We eventually decided to meet somewhere in the middle for an all-nighter. I was so excited. I couldn’t think of an excuse to be gone all night, so I picked a fight with my girlfriend and left. Feeling no remorse, I drove two and a half hours to see my new fling.

  Wow! She was even more beautiful than I remembered! We got the room and wasted no time. At this point, we had done everything but actually have sex. She ran a bath and started to undress. Her skin was soft and smooth. I watched her get naked and my bulge got bigger with each piece of clothing she took off. I placed her hands on my pants button so she could start getting me undressed. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down.

  I wasn’t really wanting her to see my fully erect cock just yet so I sat her in the tub and got behind her after taking my boxers off. We soaped each other up and I was slowly studying every inch of her beautiful body. Her nipples were that perfect pink and I couldn’t wait until I could finally be inside her!

  The bath was over and I got out to dry off and put on some mood music. She dried off and came to me. I laid her down and she gave me one of the softest, wettest, most passionate kisses I had ever had. I was so turned on that I proceeded to give her the best oral sex she had ever had! I was thinking I’d better get her off first because I might not last long. With all the anticipation being built up and this being our first time together, I was thinking ahead of the possibilities and how I really wanted to rock her world. I wanted her and I wanted her to really want me.

  I decided to turn on the stud mode—and really took my time. I licked every part of her inner thighs before I entered her. Every time I see a beautiful woman, I wonder what her moans sound like. To hear a beautiful woman in pure ecstasy is the best, sweetest sound there is, and the sounds she made almost made me come right then. She was riding my cock and I was watching her succulent breasts bounce up and down. I was trying my hardest to pleasure her a second time but it was all so intense that I was not able to give her the second orgasm before I had my first.

  As soon as I had that orgasm (a really, really good orgasm), a blanket of remorse covered me. My breathing became shorter and I started feeling the room close in. I couldn’t believe this! I was feeling bad about being there and suddenly I really wanted to go home. We lay in bed for what seemed forever and I kept running through my mind how I could leave without making her feel used or angry. The original plan was to spend the night but I made an excuse to leave and head out. She was totally cool with my leaving and I was very glad about that.

  That was the longest drive home. I realized that night what the difference was between a cheater and a non-cheater. It has everything to do with the potential for remorse or lack thereof that keeps a man from cheating or enables him to cheat.

  The Ultimate Table Dance

  If a hot girl is wearing a skirt and the dancer is giving her a lap dance, sometimes just asking her what she wants her dance to be rated will set him up for a booty call. You would be surprised how many say XXX! I’ve given plenty of XXX table dances and hooked up afterward. But I never expected to have a booty call during a lap dance—until a young regular took me all the way one night.

  She had been coming in the club for a while. She was young but legal, with long, dark hair and a face that was made for the camera. I never knew her name, just that every Friday night, she would come in to see me for a table dance. Each time I danced for her, I realized more and more that she knew exactly where to go and how to sit to get the maximum enjoyment from my performance, depending on her mood. There are different-height chairs in the club, low seats with tables in the pit and high barstools in the table dance area.

  On one particular night, she came in wearing the sexiest little skirt and sat on a barstool. She spread her legs wide open as I approached her and wrapped them around me to pull me closer. As I stood there with my half-hard bulge within inches of her soft, wet, beautiful snatch, the only thing keeping my cock from being inside her was two little pieces of clothing, my trunks and her white panties. I started my sexy dance, and she leaned back, thrusting her hips forward and rubbing her panties up against my fully erect penis.

  I tried to keep him down, but she was turning me on and I was starting to really get the desire to be inside her. I stared into her eyes and softly rubbed my hands down her chest, almost rubbing her nipple. I squeezed both breasts together and buried my face in them. I let my lips softly run up her breasts to her neck and nibbled on her ear.

  She cringed but in a good way. I pulled the back of her hair and stared into her eyes. The level of ecstasy was intensifying. With the other hand, I used my fingertips to slowly caress her face, running my fingers down and over her breasts. I pulled her in as close as I could. My cock was pressing against her panties. She was thrusting her hips up and down, trying to achieve some friction on her clitoris.

  This was making me so damn hot! I pulled her hair a little harder and she moaned. I took her left breast out of her blouse and placed my tongue on her nipple. I playfully bit it and it made her really crazy. I found myself having to calm her down a bit so no one could tell we were enjoying this dance too much. At this point, the dancer onstage had an act that required him to have the lights down. As the club got darker, I kissed her neck a little more and moved my other hand down to her inner thighs and as close as I could without touching her panties. I caressed her soft, smooth inner thighs. She was responding the way I wanted, loving every moment.

  I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her naked snatch. There wasn’t a hair on her. I could feel how wet her pussy was. I now had two fingers inside her and she was moaning a little more while staring into my eyes. She pulled my cock out and started to caress it. Without much more time passing, I plunged my hard cock into her wet pussy while simultaneously pulling on the back of her hair harder and harder. I was thrusting back and forth but with a little side movement as well so it seemed as if I were dancing and not having sex. For weeks, this beauty had been coming in, and tonight, she was mine. In the excitement of it all, I didn’t use my best judgment and blew my whole wad into her soft, wet pussy. The dance was over and now I couldn’t believe how far we let it go. She was so beautiful and it was the only time I didn’t use a condom! To this day, I think if I ever impregnated a girl and didn’t know, she would be the one.

  The Trophy Wife’s Birthday Present

  Through the years, I have met many swingers. Usually they want me to have sex with their wives, which is okay with me since the ones approaching me have hot wives. I don’t know why this has become a fad, but it works out to a sex addict’s benefit.

  The first time this happened was in my early days. I was still young and shy when I saw a couple in the back of the club one night. The woman came to my side stage, dressed in a tight, black, see-through dress. I knelt down to take her tip and was turned on by how she touched me so softly. As I took her tip, I thrust against her hard. She said her husband liked to watch. She slid her hand down and brushed her fingers across my dick. It immediately started to get hard. She kept touching it, and it kept growing until it was fully erect. I told her I wanted her so bad, as she gently felt all over my cock, getting
it rock-hard. She asked me to table dance for her in a place where he could watch from across the club. I took her to dance in a private area. I asked her if she was sure her husband was okay with this. She grabbed my head and kissed me. “Oh yeah,” she said.

  During the table dance, I put my hard cock against her crotch and thrust against her hard. We kissed the whole time. I told her I had to have her. She said I should come over and fuck her. I said give me the address, and I would when I got off work. She told me he would want to watch. I wanted her so bad, I didn’t care.

  When I got off, I went straight there. I pulled up to a beautiful mansion with high-end cars parked out front. I was so nervous and excited. I rang the bell and was quickly greeted by the husband. He was very laid-back about it as he told me to come in and handed me a glass of champagne. We walked through the entryway, and he said she was waiting in the bedroom for me, and pointed to a door. He walked to the kitchen and I went to the bedroom. She was naked, half covered with a silk sheet.

  “You made it!” she said excitedly. “Now come here and put your cock in my mouth.”

  I quickly took off my belt and had my dick out by the time I made it to the bed. She put it in her mouth and started deep-throating it so good. She grabbed it and slapped herself in the face with it and spit on it and started sucking it. I climbed on the bed, and she kept going. It was so good. I watched her pretty face taking my cock. The husband walked in and threw an assortment of condoms on the bed and went to sit in a recliner. I enjoyed watching her suck me off for at least another ten minutes. She grabbed a condom and put it on me. She climbed on me, riding my dick, and quickly came all over me. I rolled her over and got behind her and fucked her hard ‘til she came again. I then put her in missionary position and kissed her while slowly sliding it in and out of her. It felt so good that I never wanted to stop. He spoke up for a sec and told me to come in her mouth. She nodded yes and said, “Yeah, let me taste that cum, baby.”

  I stood up on the bed and took off the condom. I jerked off, looking at her on her knees, waiting to swallow every drop. I finished, and she licked her lips and said, “Mmmm, thanks.” I put my clothes on to leave. As I was saying goodbye to her, he handed me five hundred dollars and said, “Thanks for coming over. It was a good birthday present for her.” Although I was not expecting it, I took the money, walked outside, got on my motorcycle and rode off into the cool night.

  Fidelity Sucks

  It was 1 a.m. after a Wednesday night at work. I had a table dance for this really hot chick who used to date one of the dancers. She had been in a few magazines for fitness modeling. She stood five-feet-five, had long blonde hair and the curves of J.Lo! I couldn’t believe how hot she was! She came in with a brunette friend who was almost as hot. She approached, with her friend by her side, and said to her friend, “See, I told you he was hot!”

  At this point, I had no idea she was into me. She asked for a dance and I followed them to the lap dance area. They wanted me to dance for them both at the same time. I was thinking, “I hope her ex doesn’t get mad.”

  As the lap dance went on, the two girls were rubbing their hands all over my chest and buttocks. I was pretty sure I’d never danced for two girls this hot at the same time before. Just then, the blonde said, “Wanna come hang out with us?”

  I was thinking, “More than anything!” I got their numbers, and they left because the club was about to close. I went in the back and got dressed. Having a beautiful girl at home waiting for me, I got in my car and called the girls to tell them I couldn’t hang. The girl said to me, “How about just to watch us shower together?” Wow! This was the hottest three-way I would EVER be lucky enough to be in. I turned the truck around and started heading toward the girls’ condo. The thought of pleasuring both of those girls at the same time started to get me really excited.

  What was I gonna do? If I went, I might lose my girl. If I didn’t go, I might regret that forever! The dilemma! If my chick weren’t so damn good to me, I would have stayed the course, but I turned back around and went home like a good boy. Not gonna lie—it put me in a bad mood for about three months! Giving up the greatest three-way made me realize that night how much I loved my chick.

  Wingman Fail

  There were these two regulars who were really hot. We all wanted to have sex with them and they knew it. At the time, my roommate was a fun guy and a hell of a wingman. Not the best-built guy, but he had model-type good looks. He had the cheesiest pickup lines, but because he was so confident, they actually worked. He managed to hook up a threesome with the two hot girls in his SUV and, being the true wingman he was, he offered to throw me into the mix. But he didn’t want to blow the deal by asking up front, so he came up with this ridiculous idea. I would hide in back with clothes over me. When the time was right, he would talk me up, and when they said they liked me, I would come out and the orgy would begin.

  I didn’t think it would work, but figured I had nothing to lose, so it was worth a try. Worst-case scenario, I would get a free show. So everything was going good. He was making out with both of them and said, “Hey what do y’all think about my roommate?” Dead silence. He said, “Do you guys think he’s hot?”

  One replied, “He’s nice.”

  My friend tried again, “Do you think he’s good-looking?”

  The other girl said, “He’s okay.” By that time, I was totally embarrassed, but it got worse. They both started trashing me, and I started becoming furious as the bashing just went on and on. I tried to contain myself but when one of the girls said I hit on her all the time, I had enough. What she was saying wasn’t true, so I exploded from under the clothes and yelled, “That’s fuckin’ bullshit! I never once hit on you.” Then my friend threw me under bus even more, screaming, “Oh my God, Taylor! What are you doing here?” He made me look like a total pervert and peeping Tom. I opened the back door and crawled out in total humiliation and walked back to the club. I felt even worse because my roommate didn’t even get to close the deal. Weeks later we all saw the humor in the event and became friends.

  Taylor

  Justin

  Chapter Seven: Life in the Fast Lane

  The after-hours scene was mainly after work on Saturday night. The best part of Saturday night was when the crowd was at its peak. If you were lucky enough to go up during prime time, the feeling you got from rocking the house and having hundreds of screaming women with all their attention on you was amazing! It was intoxicating! You got off the main stage, and the table dances were pouring in. Waiters came to your stage to tell you girls at their tables wanted a dance. Money flowed, and as the night got late, the wives and girlfriends started to come in.

  Saturday nights were when they would come in and hang with one another while we just kept dancing and making money. Of course we would stop by and say hi. The after-party was the occasion for them to come to the club. Other than that, they usually would not come around.

  As two a.m. approached and the club slowed down, the dancers tipped out the runners and the DJ. The party was the next destination. Throughout the night, all the girls whom the single guys liked would usually get invited to the after-party. We were usually VIP at a posh after-hours club that was underground. We would roll in, fifteen to twenty or more deep, with nothing but beautiful guys and girls. The people at the club lines would stare in jealousy as we skipped the lines and went straight in.

  We would hang one or two hours at the club, and then it was off to the after-after party. Each week, it changed from one dancer’s pad to another. We took turns. If you stepped into this party, you would see about thirty to forty beautiful people. The party always went well into the morning. By five a.m., half the party was gone. By eight a.m., only the close-knit group of about ten stayed.

  Throughout the night, half the crowd would be X-ing their balls off, thus a lot of massaging and rubbing was going on. Dancing as well. The deep conversations just drew you in. Everyone was so nice. When everyone is in the beauty biz, the
re is not much jealousy, believe it or not. The parties and the people make you wish it could just last forever. To be able to dance all night, after dancing at work all night, is to be loving life!

  The Usual Suspects

  Coming into our parties, you would run into most of these people, in addition to lots and lots of hot chicks, of course.

  Stoners: They always disappeared from the party at the same time and usually ended up in the garage.

  Wiggers: They were the last ones standing. Usually massaged each other until noon on Sunday.

  Sex Addicts: They appeared at the party for a sec, then disappeared into a bedroom with a girl.

  The Funny Guy: He got mad energy from just alcohol. He raided the host’s or hostess’s closet and ran around in a different outfit every five minutes.

  People No One Knows: Who invited these guys?

  Old Rich Couple: They were very wealthy and they still partied.

  The Ultimate Host: There once was a guy who prided himself on throwing the ultimate after-parties. And he was right. He went into such detail to make everything perfect. A week ahead of time, he invited everyone. By Tuesday, he had already set up his pad for the party. By Thursday he had the sound and lights set up. On Friday, he decorated and got food and drinks. On Saturday before work, he put up balloons and yellow cardboard arrows from the club all the way to his apartment across town. He would even time when he was going to take his first hit of ecstasy so that it would take effect right as he walked in his front door for the party. Saturday night at work, he would invite every hot chick. So many people would show up that he would have a line to get into his pad, and when a couple came through, he would let the hottie in, but not the guy.

  Sober Ones: These guys were usually the ones in a relationship. They did not drink or do drugs and usually arrived early and were the first ones to leave.