by Alexis Angel
Fuck. Sapphire is so fucking filthy and I love it. She dips a finger to her sticky thighs and brings it over to my face, but yanks it away from me and sucks on it. Sapphire moans, but I don’t doubt that’s just how delicious her pussy is.
Something passes over her face, just the briefest flash. Maybe she’s coasting back to reality, but she’s pushed that aside. We both know that there’s something here we have to explore. Consequences, rules, reality be damned.
“You want me to suck your pussy,” I groan. The thought of sucking on that perfect pussy could end me. I want to taste her sweetness, run my tongue through her folds and shake my face on her pussy like I’m trying to devour it. Because I fucking will be trying to devour it.
Sapphire is nodding and stroking her perfect body, sliding her sticky pussy juices so that she’s painting her arousal all over her body. It's so sexy and primal that I have to hold myself back more. My twitching cock is close.
“My cock is about ready to fucking burst from thinking about sucking your pussy.” I palm my cock now, drawing attention to the throbbing steel rod sheathed … for now. “About sucking your pussy juices off that perfect body.”
“Mmm, yes, Derek, fuck, I want that.” Sapphire runs her hand over her pussy, palming it and dancing perfectly to the music. She could make a million dollars a day at this strip club and it wouldn’t be compensation enough for just how sexy she is. The way she dances in her cute little lingerie and tall as hell fuck me heels, like the music was made for her and she was born to walk and move like that, fuck. That’s goddamn priceless, and I’m a man who knows and can pay the price for anything.
“You want to ride my face until you cum so hard and I lick it up for you?” My words almost sound angry; they come out with such force.
“I do, I do,” Sapphire whimpers, rubbing her whole body and dancing but there’s stripping, dancing, and then there’s the sensual movements she’s doing now.
“You wanna fucking cum again, don’t you?” I purr at her. “But you wanted my cock erupting, a little deposit in this Cristal before I can drag you off to that VIP room and fuck you, so don’t you cum again, Sapphire. You keep dancing for me while we can both still stand it. Let’s make it two more songs, because that’s how much dancing I’m looking for it to take until I’m cumming in the Cristal.” My voice deepens and there’s dark promise in my twisted order.
I don’t know how the fuck to make it through two more songs before I put my hands on her, but I need her to worry about how badly she wants my cock. I’ll make it through somehow.
“Baby, you don’t want to wait six more minutes. I mean, that’s two inches of your suffering per minute,” Sapphire giggles and starts shimmying her ass down and bouncing her ass out.
“I can handle it. Be mean to me, baby girl, and show me everything I want to touch when I get you in that VIP room under me.” I’m too fucking cocky for my own good but that’s what happens when you’re a crown prince and no one can say no to you.
I’m used to getting everything served up on a silver platter. This time, I want the pussy on a Sapphire platter. That tight, perfect body of hers.
“Mmm, you’re so damn bad. When that cock slides up in me,” Sapphire tosses up one of her legs so that the back of her knee is on my shoulder, and her pussy is up in my face. She lies back and shimmies her perfect body in front of me. “It's going to be so damn perfect. I’m going to drain every drop of cum you have in that pole.” Sapphire turns and does the same moves but with the other leg, her pussy’s scent filling my nostrils and making my heart race.
“You seem to be very talented with a pole.” I smirk at her.
For a second, Sapphire blushes and looks down, then back up at me. She’s not some demure virgin, but we’re both going through something so much more than just a private dance in a strip club. There’s a pang in my stomach even as my cock twitches in my trouser at the sexy fucking sight of Sapphire. “I’ve never had one quite as impressive as yours. I hope you know how to use it.” Sapphire raises an eyebrow.
“I certainly do. I hope you know how to take it. I know that walking is something of an important skill in your line of work, so I should warn you that when I’m done with you, I doubt you’ll be walking with quite the same elegance.”
Sapphire giggles. “I know that you’ve got lines, but telling a stripper that she walks elegantly. Derek,” she emphasizes my name and I don’t think I can make it another song as I hear this one wrapping up. “That’s just terrible!”
“Come give me something better,” I say, but I laugh too. I can’t remember the last time that someone made me laugh like this. The sound of her laugh is like beautiful music, cracking through this club’s atmosphere and making me feel like we’re already alone. I know that I want to hear her laugh again almost as much as I want to hear her cum. Swallow some of those moans, dig my fingers into her skin so that my fingerprints are there all week because that’s how hard I’m cumming in her.
Fuck, I keep thinking thoughts like that and I'm going to bust right here in my pants. I don’t think either of us could do anything but laugh if I do that. But I’m not some chump.
“One more song,” Sapphire purrs.
She gets closer to me and dances over my lap, so close that her pussy grazes the pulsing head of my cock several times. Every brush stops our breathing and ours eyes are locking.
“One more song until I’m buried inside your pussy. You’re practically dripping on me now,” I say, a low growl building in my throat.
“Because I believe that you know how to use that cock.” Sapphire’s got this brazen honesty about her that I really enjoy.
“Do you believe everything you hear in the club?” I ask her. I realize that I want to ask her a lot of things. I don’t know how to explain that I need to know her almost as much as I need to fuck her.
“No.” That’s all she says, but Sapphire’s got a thousand words behind her eyes, behind that single word. I want to know all of her stories now.
“Well, I’ve told plenty of lies, but never to you.” I don’t know why I say this and I brush it off instantly. “Because I'm going to fucking cum so hard in your pussy that it will run down those pretty thighs until I lick it all up.”
“Mmm,” Sapphire moans, her eyes daring me to say more. We both know I’m close to the edge. And we both want to push closer to that edge and bring to life the most intense lust either of us has experienced.
I don’t even have to touch Sapphire to rock her world. Nor does she have to touch me to change my whole fucking world. I’m ruined for other women now. No one could fuck me now and be even half as hot as Sapphire is to me.
“I want to lick down your thighs until I get to your pussy and then bury my tongue in your pussy to show you how my cock wants to fuck you.” I’m starting to shake a little. I'm so close to cumming that I think a solid breeze—or Sapphire’s lips getting close to my cock now as she dips down so close—could set me off.
“Our song’s almost up,” Sapphire says, and her breath is on my cock. Warm, so close to those perfect lips, I have to resist every urge to just move my hips a little and brush my cock against that mouth.
“Is this thing on?” Sapphire’s got a mischievous grin on her lips and acts like she’s going to blow on it. That’s not the kind of breeze I imagined and I’m holding back, but I keep that off my face. I have to hold out because the truth is, as much as I want to fuck her, I’m going to taste her perfect body first.
“I think we established that you turned it on, Sapphire.” I say this in a very serious voice. I almost wish I hadn’t said her stripper name, though. I want to know her real name. But I’ll know that if and when she wants me to…
Sapphire bursts into laughter again and she talks ‘into’ my cock again. “I just had to be sure.” She turns around and bends at the waist to her toes, rising up slowly in time with the song and stroking her perfect thighs. “I care deeply about my job,” she says in her own serious tone.
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nbsp; I can feel the smile turning up the corners of my mouth. “It shows.”
Her ass cheeks are jiggling now and other things are also showing. A single peek at the perfect pussy makes me hold in a breath. I need her so goddamn much that I would pay a million dollars just to get the DJ to turn off this song. I want it to be over so that I could've stood my ground long enough to bury the flag now. I want to watch Sapphire’s face as I bury every inch of my cock into her perfect pussy. I want to hold her hips and fuck her on my cock like she’s a goddamn sex toy and wrap my mouth around those perfect breasts.
She turns around and starts to run her tongue over the small pieces of clothing currently covering her breasts, tongue sliding over flesh and fabric. The tip of her tongue is a tight little point and I think about how I’d like to do a similar thing with my tongue on her clit. Then widen and flatten it and lap up all her pussy juices.
The still very wet vee of fabric on her pussy could make a grown man cry right now. Sapphire tucks her thumbs into the fabric, shaking her hips and her tits at me, shimmying up and down, as the song finishes. Lust blazing in her eyes goes straight to my cock. Fuck it, I put my hand over my cock and palm it, feeling just how fucking hard I am. I’m surprised I don’t have a wet spot on my slacks from the way my cock is slick with pre-cum and shaking to release. My balls are going to start aching if I’m not buried inside of her soon.
When the song ends, Sapphire grabs the Cristal and runs her tongue up the condensation on the bottle. She spreads her legs and presses the tips of her toes onto my knees, pulling my legs apart as she does hers.
“So you wanna cum for me, Derek, or do I need to go finger myself in my dressing room? I think I can make it back before I get called back up on stage in the main lounge--”
“Sapphire!” Yeah, I was kind of loud about that but you were here for this dance. How dare she play with a man like that? I had to interrupt her. In fact, I’ll have to spank her sexy little ass for that.
“Oh, so you wanna?” Sapphire points at herself and then the room, and then puts one of her hands up. She’s being so cute I almost want to laugh but I’m trying to not cum in my pants so that makes it kind of difficult.
“Yes, I want to,” I say and a bit of a laugh creeps into my words despite just how painfully fucking hard I am.
“Release the beast and cum right in this Cristal.” Sapphire holds the bottle against her pussy again, so it looks like just dancing to anyone who might be watching. “You made me cum. Your turn.”
“Fuck,” I say, reaching out and circling her clit over the bottle and through her panties. “I want you to cum again, and I know you want me to touch you.”
“Oh,” Sapphire raises an eyebrow. “What a gentleman.” She smiles and I think she means it.
I’ve been called a lot of things. Cocky. Asshole. Prince Cocky Asshole. A gentleman is a nice new addition.
“You know … no … touching.” Sapphire can barely get the words out because I’m getting her so close to cumming again.
“But I thought I was being a gentleman, and you’re having me cum in this bottle.” I stroke my cock and watch her eyes widen as I shoot thick jets of cum into the bottle, clouding the bubbly fluid. Who cares? I could buy every bottle they have and throw them in the trash and not make even a dent in my fortune.
“I just figured if you were willing to wait two songs maybe you didn’t have a fully function yardstick in those Valentinos,” Sapphire says, panting through her second, likely third orgasm judging by the wetness on the outside of this Cristal.
She eyes the sizable amount of my semen in the bottle of Christal and smiles at me lasciviously.
My cock perks as I look at her. No way in fucking hell is she going to do…
“Adding protein to such a delish champagne,” she says, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she swirls the bottle around.
I can’t fucking believe my eyes. Neither can my fucking cock. It starts to twitch.
She bring the bottle to her lips, and lets the liquid mixed semen fall to her lips.
I watch in rapt attention as my cum swirls out of the bottle. It falls on her lips and she uses her tongue to swirl it around her lips, smearing it.
But it’s the champagne-cum that she lets drip from her mouth, down her chin, down between her tits that has my body forgetting that I just came.
I look down at my monster cock. It’s thick and hard, ready to go again.
I look at Sapphire, on her knees in front of me - cum dripping down her body.
She coos with lust.
“Think you could even handle me riding you, babe?” she asks with a wicked grin.
“Sapphire, you don’t honestly believe a gentleman such as myself would offer up a nice girl a full foot of cock and not be ready for her to ride on it? You and your discerning pussy must reconsider the company you keep.”
I zip up my trousers, putting my still rock-hard cock back in my trousers. For now.
“I’m not – nor is my pussy – reconsidering the company at the moment.” Sapphire smiles.
6
Ella
I can’t believe Derek just made me cum so hard. My whole body is still shaking with the aftershocks. And that cock. Oh my God. Like magic.
I give him a flirty smile, sure that he’s ready to go now that he got what he came for.
When he leans back and drapes his arm across the seat, looking like he’s about to settle in for a while, I’m totally shocked.
“So, Sapphire,” he says, gesturing for me to sit close to him, “how long have you been dancing?”
That’s a safe enough question. “Several years.” I give him a teasing look. “How long have you been getting private dances?”
Derek laughs. “Would you believe me if I said tonight was my first?”
“Not a chance in hell.” I laugh too.
“Smart girl.” His lips fall into that sexy as sin smirk. “But it was the first one this good.”
No doubt. I’m not the most sought-after stripper for nothing. But still, his comment makes me smile. A real, true smile. Not the fake kind I normally use to placate my clients.
I tap my temple. “Just because I’m a stripper doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain.”
He turns toward me, interest in his eyes. “I don’t doubt that. You’re damn good at what you do. What did you do before this?”
I slant a puzzled look his way. Why is he asking all these questions like he actually cares? Shouldn’t he be paying up and heading out the door?
But I have to admit that I’m not ready for him to go. I’m actually enjoying talking with him. Still, I’m surprised when I find myself telling him about getting my degree in economics before I decided this was a better choice.
“Interesting,” he murmurs.
“What can I say?” I know my eyes are full of mischief. “I love sex.”
Derek drops his head back, laughter shaking his chest. “My kind of girl right there.”
“What about you? What do you do?” Only fair that he satisfies some of my growing curiosity.
He shrugs like it doesn’t matter, his eyes scanning me as if he’s trying to get a read on me. “I deal in foreign relations. You know, international business. That kind of shit.”
I take note of that accent again. “Where are you from?”
Derek’s eyebrows fly up. “What makes you think I’m from anywhere?”
“Your accent.”
“You noticed that?”
I give him a funny look. “Um, yeah. Was I not supposed to?”
He shakes his head, laughing. “It’s not that. I’m just surprised. Most people don’t notice. It’s not that obvious.”
“Maybe they haven’t been paying enough attention,” I tease, fingering the collar of his shirt. My eyes are drawn to his lips, and I swallow, jerking them away. Nope. Can’t go there. Even if he is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen and just gave me a fucking mind-blowing orgasm.
“Maybe not,” he murmurs.
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sp; “So, where are you from?”
“Europe,” he says evasively, then turns the questions back on me. “You always lived in New York?”
“Just since after college.”
“I like it here. I could get used to it.”
“What do you mean? You have to go back or something?” I ask, wondering why I feel such disappointment in that. I figure it must be because he’s obviously a very wealthy client and part of me had hoped he might become a regular. That would be a huge boost in growing my retirement fund. So much for that, though.
He nods. “Eventually. But for now? I’m here. All yours.” Derek stretches his arms wide and smiles, all bold arrogance again, as if he’s gracing me with his presence.
I giggle. “Yeah, until the next great piece of ass comes along.” I say it teasingly, and his eyes sparkle with amusement.
“Sapphire, you wound me.” He clutches his heart as if I’ve inflicted mortal damage.
“Please. You know you’re a total manwhore.” I shrug and grin. “Can’t blame you. With a body like that? I would be too.”
I draw my eyebrows together at the irony of that statement, because hello, I’m a stripper, and Derek laughs again.
“I think you just might have me nailed.”
I smirk. “I think you have that backwards.”
Derek drops his eyes down to my tits, his gaze making my nipples perk up to attention. When he reaches out and runs a hand over my shoulder, I shiver.
I should get up and leave. Make him fork over the cash and be on my way. This is dangerous. I want him way too much. But I can’t seem to make myself move away.
“What do you do when you’re not working, Sapphire?”
I swear, he acts like he really wants to know. What is that about?
“Do you always make a point of getting to know the women who dance for you after you’re done with them?”
I don’t know why I’m asking, other than he makes me feel different. And I need to know if it’s just me, or if he does this with everyone. A really big part of me that shouldn’t care actually wants to believe that it’s just me.