I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica)

by Desiree Day

  The door opened and a lady strolled in. As soon as she saw Bryce she smiled. “It looked like you had a good time out there.”

  Bryce blushed. “Yeah, too good.” The lady winked at her before going into one of the stalls. Bryce sat on the couch a couple more minutes before she got up to use the bathroom, wash her hands then repaired her makeup.

  Feeling refreshed, she stepped out of the bathroom and made her way back to her friends. She was almost there when someone tugged at her hand; she snatched it away and continued walking. A few seconds later someone grabbed it again. Dammit! She pulled away.

  “So you don’t want to talk now?”

  Bryce stopped walking, she recognized the voice. It was the same one that had been whispering in her ear just a mere fifteen minutes ago.

  She turned to face Sugah Cheeks. “I want you,” he drawled. “Right now!”

  Chapter 3

  Sugah Cheeks, or Donté, his government name, followed Bryce to a motel. She was familiar enough with the neighborhood to know that there were several cheap motels nearby.

  Vanessa and Cooper were shocked when she announced that she and Donté were going to a motel to finish what they started on stage. But she told her friends that she was tired and wanted to go home early, no one in her bridal party suspected the truth. She knew that she could rely on Vanessa and Cooper to keep their mouths shut, neither one of them would relay the information to Bernard.

  She paid for their room in cash. As soon as she opened the door to the room, she nearly changed her mind. It smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in months, and judging by the stained carpeting, the dirty comforter and the dust covering the nightstand, she was correct.

  But all that was forgotten when Donté crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  Bryce’s purse slipped from her hand and she went into Donté’s arms. He had changed his clothes into something surprisingly conservative, a pair of khaki shorts and a polo shirt, the entire outfit showed his body off to perfection.

  He stuck his hand into her long hair and jerked her head back, Bryce gasped with surprise. He ran his tongue down her soft neck and nibbled at the soft spot right above her collarbone.

  “I want to fuck you so bad; I almost pulled it out and jacked off on the way here.”

  “Pull it out now.”

  “You ain’t said nothing.” He stepped away and kicked off his sandals, his clothes quickly followed.

  He stood in front of her naked and she hungrily took him in. Although the oil that he wore while he was dancing was gone, his skin had a healthy sheen to it. And because his body was totally free of hair, he looked like a Greek statue. He was the epitome of perfection. His body was perfectly molded; she took in his light cinnamon colored eyes framed with extra lush lashes, his full luscious lips, his broad shoulders, his chiseled pecs and six pack. Her gaze purposely went south, to his cock, even though it had rubbed against her just hours ago when it was safely ensconced in his G-string she wanted…no she needed to see it unencumbered and free.

  She inhaled a shaky breath. “Oh my, it’s beautiful.” Her hands shook as she tentatively reached out to touch him as if to prove to herself that he was in fact real. Bryce stroked his cock, it was hot and smooth in her hand, she swiped a finger over his tip and it pulsed in her hand.

  “Yes it is,” Donté arrogantly replied. “Get undressed, I want to fuck you.” He stepped back, pulling his dick out of her hand, she automatically reached for it. “Take off your clothes,” he repeated as he reached down and pulled a condom out of his short’s pocket, he ripped it open before slipping it on.

  Without any hesitation Bryce immediately peeled off her clothes and tossed them to the floor. Donté sauntered toward the bed. He is Sugah Cheeks. So focused on his penis she had forgotten about his lovely ass. His perfectly rounded globes bounced with each step.

  He pointed to the bed. “Lay down right there; put your ass on the edge.” The dirty comforter was quickly forgotten as Bryce got into position. “You got a pretty pussy and I’m about to bust it wide open.”

  Bryce shivered with desire. There were none of the loving platitudes that Bernard liked to spout, no lengthy caresses that bored her, or the constant reassurances that he was doing everything okay. Donté was going to fuck her, no lovemaking, just raw unadulterated passion, just what she wanted.

  Donté stepped between her legs, grabbed her waist, she planted her legs firmly against his chest. Without any warning, he plunged into her and Bryce screamed.

  Bryce closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the power of his dick. Donté grunted loudly as he pounded her. With each thrust, his balls smacked against her pussy.

  Donté watched as Bryce’s breasts bounced enticingly with each thrust. “Lick your nipples,” he ordered, startling Bryce out of her ecstasy induced daze, but she did as he said. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them before bringing her stiff nipples to her mouth. Donté groaned while he watched Bryce play with her breasts and suck on her diamond size nipples. “You look so hot doing that.”

  She peeked up at him long enough to answer. “You can do it too.”

  “Nu uh, I’m loving this pussy too much.”

  “And I’m loving that you love it.”

  He watched his dick move in and out of her; it was slick with her juices. Suddenly he felt pressure building, he didn’t want to come yet, so he did what any man would do in his predicament, he pulled out.

  Bryce’s eyes snapped open. “Why did you stop?” she wailed, while looking up at him.

  “You were making me feel so good that I was about to come. I had to stop because I want to enjoy you a lot more,” he admitted sheepishly. He wiped his forehead, little beads of sweat was forming all over his body. “I got something for us. Let me grab that chair and you snatch a pillow off the bed.”

  Donté dragged a dirty recliner from across the room. And Bryce couldn’t take her eyes off his body, while he was moving the chair, his biceps rippled and his sugah cheeks tightened. He planted the chair in front of the bed. Bryce’s gaze shifted from Donté’s body to the chair, she eyed it with revulsion. “Hand me the pillow.” She was just about to object about the chair’s unsanitary condition when Donté placed the pillow under his leg. “Now straddle me.”

  Bryce happily hopped on him. Grasping the arms of the chair, she pushed herself up while Donté grabbed her waist and lowered her on his dick. Bryce shuddered with desire, having his cock in her a second time was like visiting an old friend. She hooked her legs over his shoulders then rested against his thighs.

  “Oh my God, this feels so good,” she whispered. Donté thrust slowly in her, she helped him go a little deeper by pushing her feet against the chair and rocking slowly. The earlier feverish movements of sexing was gone, they had a slow groove going that was occasionally punctuated by a groan or a gasp.

  They continued the slow rocking movements until Donté’s grip tightened on her waist and he began pumping her on his dick. Suddenly, he began gasping, drove deep in her, then forced her still as he exploded.

  Bryce gingerly eased off him.

  He glanced at her, wearing a silly grin. “Aww shit baby you didn’t come.”

  She looked away self-consciously. “Oh, that’s okay, I usually don’t…not by intercourse.”

  “I know how to make you come,” he said confidently. He snatched off the condom and sauntered to the bathroom. Bryce watched him the entire way. He closed the door and she heard the toilet flush then water running, a few minutes later he came out. Bryce was sitting on the pillow.

  Donté pulled on his shorts. “I’ll be right back, I need a drink. I’m sure there’s a machine somewhere around here. Do you want something?” he asked, while slipping into his sandals.

  “A Coke will be fine.”

  He reached for the doorknob.

  “Is that all you’re wearing?” He was only wearing his slow hung khaki shorts and sandals, no shirt.

  Donté furrowed his brow. “What’s w
rong with this, I’m just going to get something to drink. Did you forget what I do for a living? Hell, I’m overdressed.”

  Bryce laughed. “You’re right.”

  “Go wash up, I hate the taste of latex and I’ll take care of you when I get back. Deal?”

  Bryce grinned. “Deal. See you in a sec.” As soon as he left the room, she raced over to the door and locked it, then she grabbed her purse and went into the bathroom.

  Luckily, since she traveled so much for her job she always carried a mini toiletry kit with her. It had mini soaps, disposable washcloths, mouthwash, deodorant and a myriad of other products one usually needed to clean themselves up in airport restrooms during a five-hour layover.

  She pulled what she needed out of the kit and started cleaning herself. She had finished and was pacing the floor, when there was a knock on the door. Bryce used the peephole to make sure that it was Donté, it was. She unlocked the door and yelled for him to come in then stepped away from the entrance. She didn’t need anyone other than him to see her naked.

  He held up a can of Coke. “Here’s your drink,” he announced before setting it on the dusty nightstand. “And I got me a little something to drink.” He showed her a bottle of liquor.

  “Where did you get that?”

  He jutted his chin toward the door. “Out there, they’re selling everything.” He twisted off the top and brought the bottle to his mouth.

  “You’re not going to use a glass?” she asked, repulsed.

  “Hell naw. It’s just me, nobody gonna drink from this.” He took a couple of sips then put the top back on. “Ready?”

  Bryce nodded. She backed up to the chair and sat on the pillow. She reclined and splayed her legs.

  Donté knelt in front of her and gently thumbed her pussy. “Perfect position. Just sit back and enjoy it. Just pretend that I’m your favorite vibrator. Just relax,” he said soothingly, while he continued to stroke her.

  Bryce sighed and let her body go limp. Donté stuck his face between her legs and admired her pussy. It was hairless expect for a landing strip. Using his fingers he spread open her moist folds, showing her pinkness. “So pretty,” Donté murmured before diving in, she jerked slightly when she felt Donté’s tongue on her pussy. He patiently moved his tongue over her folds, taking his time, while gauging her reaction to his movements. He knew that most guys attacked the clit as though they hadn’t eaten in days, but he had learned that the clit needed to be teased, stroked and coddled.

  Donté gently swiped his tongue over her clit, Bryce inhaled sharply. Donté caressed her clit with his tongue, while gradually applying pressure; his strokes were slow and measured. Bryce’s hips began moving in sync with his tongue. Between Donté’s saliva and Bryce’s juices, the pillow was getting wet, but neither noticed. Bryce’s movements sped up a bit, but Donté kept his at a slow and steady pace.

  He flattened his tongue and licked her pussy, Bryce shuddered. Donté went in for the sweet spot. He resumed his slow and steady strokes while applying the right amount of pressure to her clit.

  “Stay right there, don’t move,” she muttered in an agonized voice. “Oh my!” She clamped his face with her legs, capturing it. She began squealing as her body convulsed while her orgasm swept through her.

  Spent, she slumped back in the chair. “Thank you,” she said happily.

  Donté stood up and stretched. “Any time,” he drawled.

  Donté reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint, he lit up, inhaled then offered it to her. Bryce waved him away, she didn’t need anything to calm down, especially after their lovemaking, besides she had to drive home and she didn’t want to risk getting into an accident.

  He stretched out on the bed and Bryce joined him, although not so close that they could cuddle. “So you’re getting married?” Donté asked casually.

  Bryce nodded, uncomfortable with the subject.

  “When?”

  “In a few weeks,” she stated, not offering up any additional information.

  “You know most women who are getting married don’t end up in a motel room with a stripper. Whassup with that Ma?”

  Bryce eyed him. “I’m sure that I’m not the only bride-to-be that you fucked.”

  He relaxed on the dingy comforter, his gaze never wavered. “Nope,” he said easily.

  She got up and strolled over to the window and looked out. Clusters of people were in the parking lot. That’s where he got his liquor from, she thought.

  “Are you a dancer?”

  Bryce laughed. “Yeah, seventeen years of ballet.” She went to the middle of the floor and did a grand Jete her legs spreading as though she was doing a split. “Why did you ask?” she asked mischievously.

  “It was either that or a runner; you’re lean with little tits.”

  Bryce jutted out her chin. “They aren’t that little,” she huffed. “And my body is perfect. Besides you seemed to like them while I was playing with them.”

  “True dat. Hey, Ma, I’m just making an observation. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here, simple as that. So where’s your hubby-to-be?” Donté asked.

  “Home.”

  “Isn’t he worried about you?”

  “Not at all, he trusts me,” she answered and a pang of guilt shot through her. This was her first time cheating on him.

  Donté chuckled. “Trust is just naiveté wrapped up in shit. Don’t ever trust anybody.”

  “That’s a little harsh,” she said. “Bernard is very trusting,” she insisted and for a split second she wanted to get dressed and run home to her predictable, reliable and boring fiancé, then she saw what was lying on the bed and she immediately forgot about him.

  “Oh Bernard,” he said and Bryce bristled.

  “Don’t do that,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “Say his name.”

  “Why?” Donté looked genuinely puzzled.

  Bryce shrugged as though she didn’t have a reason, but then she decided to tell the truth. “Because it makes him real, it makes what I’m doing real. I’m cheating on my fiancé three weeks before our wedding. And I feel a little guilty, I do,” she said earnestly at the look of skepticism that flashed across Donté’s face. “But not enough to take my black ass out of here.” Bryce went back over to the bed and dropped down beside him. “What did you do before you were a stripper?” she asked, no longer wanting to talk about Bernard.

  Donté howled with laughter.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It’s cool. I like how you cut right to the bone. Most people try to pretty it up and call it exotic dancing or some shit like that. Yeah I’m a stripper; I take my clothes off and show these sugah cakes.”

  Bryce smiled. “So what did you do?” she pressed.

  The next words out of his mouth shocked her. “I was in prison. For ten years, for possession and conspiracy to distribute drugs,” he said anticipating her questions. She was sure that he had answered them many times before.

  “Wow! So how was that?”

  Donté’s face shuttered, as though someone had pulled a blind over it. “Let’s not spoil our evening by talking about that. Maybe another time.” They were silent, then, “But I do give you credit though.”

  “For what?”

  “The first thing most people want to know as soon as I’d tell them that I was in prison is whether or not I was raped or vice versa.”

  “Oh, I didn’t think about that. But since you opened that door…” She looked at him expectantly.

  “Oh hell naw, I’ve seen it and I heard it. But I didn’t participate in it. So don’t worry about that.”

  They were silent for a moment. Bryce was the first to break it. “So do you, um, I mean do you do what you did to me on stage with other women?” she tentatively asked.

  “Yeah and no,” he admitted. “I kinda ad-libbed with you. I usually bring an audience member up on stage. I usually have her sit in the chair and I give her a lap dance, something that
her friends can take pictures of. But when I saw you, I knew that I wanted you. I had been watching you from the back of the stage watching the other dancers and you looked like you didn’t want to be there. Then finally you let go and it took my breath away.”

  Bryce blushed. “Thank you.”

  “And,” he continued softly, “I wanted to feel your pussy and the only way to do that was to put you on top of me. While I was carrying you on stage, I was praying that you had on a thong. And I almost came right there on stage when I saw that you did. Come on, I want to fuck you again,” he said lazily.

  It was four o’clock in the morning when she woke. They had the room until noon, but she needed to get home. Her phone was vibrating like crazy while she was with Donté and she knew that it was Bernard. She hurried into the bathroom to relieve herself, she didn’t bother to take a shower, it was filthy. She left the bathroom light on while she picked around the floor for her clothes. As soon as she got everything, she dressed in the bathroom.

  Her hand was on the doorknob when Donté called out, “Hey, so when are we going to hook up again?”

  Chapter 4

  At Vanessa’s suggestion Bryce planned a romantic night out with Bernard. Bryce stared out at the Chattahoochee River, or The Hooch as it’s affectionately called by Atlantans. The restaurant had bright lights trained on the water that made the beams of lights look like ice slicing rocks.

  They had spent the day at the spa sharing a couples’ massage, getting manicures and pedicures then facials. Bernard even let her indulge in a mini shopping spree, which was sweet of him since he hated shopping.

  Bernard grinned at her. He was the type of man women dreamed about, he was perfect at least on paper. After graduating from Howard, he immediately started working at a small I.T. company that he had interned at for four summers. After ten years he had climbed the ladder of success up to VP of I.T., he had his eye on the CIO position.