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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
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"Yeah, that's a nice little place!" George had said. "A young fella like you will have a great time there!"
I remembered his words as I looked at the scrap of paper with the address scribbled down and then back at the garish neon sign that shed a purplish glow on the storefront and sidewalk. The painted graphics on the front of the place and the line of eager young men disappearing into the open door seemed to confirm that this was indeed a "Gentlemen's Club." George had been my last appointment of the day. I was making a swing through southern Ontario, calling on customers and prospects, and would be staying the night near Toronto. After learning that I was from out of town, George was kind enough to steer me toward the best places to stay, eat and be entertained.
I had been to Toronto many times for weekend excursions, mostly with my college buddies or occasionally a girlfriend, but had never ventured far from the city. Normally, I'm not much on strip clubs and usually go only when one of my buds has a special birthday or is getting married. But being footloose on a cool Spring evening and not seeing much worth watching on cable at the motel, I decided what the hell. Why not sample some of the nightlife on the north end of Yonge Street.
Just inside the doorway was a small lobby with a stairwell leading down. The smell of stale cigarette smoke and spilled beer greeted me as I followed the line downstairs. The loud pounding beat of AC/DC reverberated from inside. As the bouncer checked ID for the group of guys ahead of me, a couple of cute young women hurried up the stairs.
"You're going the wrong way," said the guy in front of me, gaping at the young lovelies.
"Ooo! Fresh meat!" exclaimed one of the girls.
The other reached out and lightly drew her hand along my cheek.
"Don't worry, Honey. We'll be back," she laughed and just like that they disappeared into the cool night air.
Some of the guys ahead of me were underage so they were all turned away. As they shuffled back up the stairs, one of them mouthed off to the bouncer. Bad move, I thought as the bouncer stood up from his stool. The size of a football lineman, he held a hand up to the protesting youth.
"I don't care if you know Jesse or not. If you're too young to get in, you're too young to get in. Why don't you be a good boy and go home and spank the monkey!"
The kids moved silently up the stairs and into the cool night air.
"Punks!" said the bouncer shaking his head as I approached.
He looked my ID over, surely noticing that I was from the States, and looked me straight in the eye.
"Your first time here?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just traveling through. This place was highly recommended."
He said nothing in return and just looked me up and down. People often remark that I don't look my age, but I know I don't look young enough to get carded, especially over here with a lower drinking age. Apparently satisfied that I looked trustworthy, he finally waved me inside. Once inside, the music was louder and the smell of cigarettes and beer much stronger. There was also that telltale odor of cheap perfume and wet snatch wafting through the air. The room was jammed. I wedged myself up to the bar and ordered a Labatt's. Grabbing the ice-cold bottle, I moved off to look for a place to sit. There was a main stage in the center and two smaller ones well of to each side. Each one featured a young woman in various stages of undress writhing more or less in beat to the hard driving rock music.
The naked girl on the main stage was full figured, but in a very pleasing way. "Fleshy" a buddy of mine would say. She was on her knees showing the guys seated directly in front of her exactly what she had going for her, and was obviously very much into her work and enjoying it. The girl off to the left was beautiful, a tall and slim brunette with a beautiful all-over tan, and long straight jet black hair that flowed about her shoulders like a waterfall. But she moved very woodenly and didn't look like she was having much fun by the grim look on her face. A guy walked up and slipped a bill into her garter. She gave him a cheap superficial smile and went back to her wooden dance routine. The girl on the right was just pulling the bra from her ample bosom and letting it fall to the stage. The loud round of applause and cheers brought a sweet smile to her face and she proceeded to strut her stuff.
My eyes had finally adjusted to the dark bar, and I began to notice other details around the place. There was a large area in the middle of the room with easy chairs where the guys were getting lap dances. With the black lights set up around there, it was easy to see the white towels that each girl had spread on the guy's lap. The girls working the floor were mostly naked and sat and wriggled and or stood and jiggled or kneeled and wiggled. There were large video screens set up around the bar showing a porno movie, although the one by the bar had on the Blue Jays baseball game. It looked like the guys around that set were more interested in the game than the young lovelies. There were better places to catch the game with more affordable beer, but hey, it's their decision.
Overall, the girls on stage and the floor were beautiful and numerous with at least one to please everybody's taste: tall and slim, petite, full-figured, blond, redhead. They were dressed (or undressed) in lacy bras and panties, stockings and garters, skimpy bathing suits, or nurse's uniforms. There was one who looked awfully young who had the schoolgirl thing going with the short pleated plaid skirt and white knee socks. As I caught myself smiling at this bastion of male fantasy, I noticed that many of the guys didn't look real happy. There were very few smiles. Seeing a bunch of pretty young women parading and dancing around like this always brought a smile to my face. I couldn't figure out what they were doing wrong.
I found a ledge to lean on just off the seating area where I could follow most of the action. The girl on the main stage was seated now, with her legs spread out, rubbing her twat. The guys seated around her were tossing bills up onto the stage. Soon her fingers then her hand began to disappear into her cunt. Miss Wooden was still dancing her ode to minimalism. The other was dropping her linen and keeping on a grinnin'. As I looked around, I noticed that many of the guys were talking to each other or watching the video screens. It seemed like such a waste of all the female beauty surrounding them. Maybe it's the curse of being older (not old, mind you), that I've reached the point in life where the wiggle of a pair of fine breasts and the smile of a pretty girl can turn a bad day around and I try to appreciate every opportunity.
Off in the back corner of the place there was an archway with a red neon sign flickering that read "The Clubhouse." Every once in a while I noticed that one of the girls would pass through with a guy in tow. Only the guys seemed to pass back through to the barroom. I figured that it must be where the personal dances were presented and that it must have a back door that lead to the girl's dressing room. Oh, to be a mouse in this house!
The music shifted gears to another tune and the girls changed shifts on the stages. There was a large group of guys crowded along the walls. Standing out near them was a short skinny girl with big hair dressed in a tight sweater and short skirt. She stood slinging a long neck beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She noticed my look and nodded toward me, blowing the smoke from her cigarette in my direction. She began to stroll my way and put out her cigarette in the tray next to my beer.
"Come here often?" she asked.
"No, this is my first time."
"Oh," she said looking disappointed. "Have a good time."
She strolled away and disappeared into the crowd. I wondered what that was all about. A hooker? A regular on the prowl? I let my eyes drift up to the main stage where Miss Wooden had taken her place. In the brighter lights you could see her deep all over tan more clearly. She had the figure of a lingerie model, tall and slim, with beautifully round breasts that pointed upward slightly. Her motions were a little more animated on the main stage, but she still wore a frown. Maybe she didn't like the work but needed the money and was just going through the motions. I was thinking of pulling a bill from my pocket to stuff into her garter, hoping to get close enough to give her my "It won't kill you to smile" line.
Suddenly I felt a breeze next to me and the touch of a hand fell lightly on my arm. I turned in that direction to see a lovely woman smiling at me. Although she was standing somewhat in the shadows, I could see she was dressed in a little floral print bikini that nicely cradled her boobs and barely covered her pussy. She was short, maybe five foot even but with a real pretty face and dark eyes and long streaked ash blond hair that flowed down past her waist.
"You look like you're having a good time," she remarked.
I nodded, trying to keep my eyes on hers and not dwell on her lovely body.
"Why don't we sit over there where you can buy me a drink?" she asked, pointing over toward a couple of empty stools next to the bar.
"Sure."
As soon as we settled onto the stools a waitress appeared out of nowhere to bring her a drink, take my money, and then disappeared into the crowd. It was then that I noticed there were very few waitresses working the floor.
"I'm Sandy," she said with a smile, leaning toward me to be heard above the load music.
"I'm Greg," I replied, taking her extended hand in mine for a polite little handshake. Her hand was very small and dainty.
"So what do you think of our place?" she asked.
"It's nice," I answered with a smile. "We have clubs back home but nothing like this."
"Well, we believe in having a good time. You're not from around here, eh?"
"No, I'm from Cleveland. A Yankee, you know. Damned American!"
Her smile broadened. "I like you damned Yankees. You're better tippers."
We made small talk as best as you can when there's high decibel rock music blaring away. She was originally from Vancouver, had lived in Toronto for a couple of years, and had worked at the club for almost a year. I described my life on the road, selling and servicing, and how I came to be here tonight. There were a few awkward pauses as we sipped our drinks and exchanged smiles. At one point our eyes met for a moment that lingered into a minute or more. Sometimes eyes can be windows to the soul and perhaps at this moment our souls were open to each other.
"Is there something wrong?" she leaned over and asked, her eyes never leaving mine.
"No, I just thought that you were ?," I paused, waiting for the thought to complete in my mind. "Oh, I'm not sure, but it felt like you could look right into me."
"Really!" she laughed. "I thought you were the one doing the looking. Wow! That's really wild!"
I let my gaze drift down to her nicely shaped legs, crossed neatly, her high heeled sandals tapping in time with the music, then back up to her full breasts and noticed the heavy gold necklace with a pendent that dangled down between her boobs. When I realized that I was staring at her boobs, I picked my head up and looked back into the dark pools that were her eyes.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I was staring. Sorry."
"That's okay. I don't mind if you stare at my boobs. I'm proud of them."
"They're beautiful!" I said absentmindedly. Then I quickly added, "You're beautiful!"
She smiled and reached over to brush my cheek with her delicate little hand. When I finished my beer, she stirred on her stool. A new tune, Bob Seger's "Night Moves," came blaring from the speakers.
"Good tune," I remarked.
"Would you like me to dance for you?"
"Sure."
She took my hand and slipped from the stool, pulling me toward the easy chairs. She grabbed a towel off a stand and found us an empty chair off to the side near a half wall that afforded what little privacy can be had at a strip club. She seated me into the chair and drew my knees together. She then spread the terry cloth towel across my lap and settled into a squatting position. Her perfume was light and fragrant in a sweet flowery scent. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned forward to speak into my ear.
"It's $10 for a dance and you can feel free to tip me however much you want," she spoke softly, despite the loud music.
"Okay."
She began to rock her hips and took her hands behind her back. I leaned forward.
"Allow me," I suggested reaching behind her.
She smiled and let her arms hang loosely at her sides. I had no trouble finding the clasp to her top and unhooked it. Letting it go I brought my fingers up to her shoulders and eased the straps gently off each shoulder. Pulling the thin material away, I noticed that her breasts were even larger than I had thought, but nicely firm and without a tan line to be seen. The aureoles were small for such a huge rack and sported nicely erect nipples. She raised her arms up and put her hands behind her head, bringing her magnificent tits to attention. Her necklace and pendant pointed toward the erection growing in my slacks and I'm sure that she could feel it. She held her pose for me and looked deeply into my eyes as I gazed at her beautiful breasts. She then smiled and raised herself up on her knees and brought her boobs up to smother my face. She reached behind my head to pull me closer to her.
She shifted around to sit with her back to me and rubbed her ass on my lap. She tilted her head back so that our cheeks rubbed lightly together. She reached back to pull my ear closer to her.
"Don't be afraid to touch me if you want," she said.
"They don't let us do that back home," I replied. "Just let me know when to stop."
"All right. Now take my panty off," she requested, raising up her hips.
I let my hands settle on her hips and slipped my thumbs inside the thin strip of elastic. Slowly easing it down her hips, I guided the suit bottom down her trim thighs and past her knees. She brought her knees together and the suit dropped to her ankles. She eased herself back onto me, rubbing her beautiful bare ass on my growing erection through the towel. I could feel her rub the slit of her pussy on me, lightly at first, and then more firmly with each rocking motion. I let my hands move back up along her soft smooth thighs and waist. They explored her belly and then moved up to her breasts. I slowly eased my hands over her huge tits, letting them fill up my hands. I was hesitant, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she said nothing and let my hands as I pleased.
Now I've always considered myself more of a leg and ass man and sometimes found the sight of a woman with really big tits something of a turnoff. You know, more than a mouthful is a waste sort of thing. But this pair was so perfect, so large but perfect in their shape even on her small frame that I didn't want to take my hands away. Her skin was soft and smooth like fine silk. Her nipples responded nicely to my touch. When I rolled them between thumb and finger I could swear I heard her gasp.
"You have a beautiful body," I complemented. "Your skin is so soft to the touch. Like silk."
She leaned back against me so that I could peer over her shoulder and peer down at the magnificent mounds I was holding in my hands. "Thank you," she said into my ear.
"Your tan is gorgeous," I added. "You feel so natural."
"Just what the Good Lord gave me," she responded. "All natural."
She turned around again to face me, this time forcing my legs apart and lowering herself down to the floor. She pressed her boobs against my belly and thighs and brought her hands down past my waist rubbing my stiff manhood through the towel. She dropped her head and let her long streaked tresses cascade over my lap and bobbed her head as if blowing me. Just the suggestion brought my cock to full alert. Suddenly self-conscious I took a quick look around and noticed that there were a few girls lap dancing, but they seemed to be doing the basic bump and rub, not the slow, arousing, sexy "night moves" that Sandy was showing me.
To my surprise, she found my cock through the towel, shifted it into a more comfortable position, and then climbed back up onto my lap. Draping her arms around my shoulders she gave me a clear path back to her wondrous full breasts. I cupped them and toyed with her nipples and let my hands move down and back to her tight little ass. She raised it so I could slip my fingers down under her and let my fingertips graze the lips of her pussy. With her boobs so close to my face, I let my tongue wander out to lap at her nipples. She did not ask me to stop, but instead pressed her breast into my face. Soon I was sucking one then the other.
I brought my hands up to her hips then let one snake down toward her pussy. Still there was not move to stop me. I let my fingers slip down to her small patch of fur and then down further to her pussy. She let my middle finger trace the outline of her slit so that I could feel how warm and wet she was becoming. She let out another gasp when I worked my finger inside her pussy lips. I could feel her hard little clit emerging from its hood, and the hot wet folds further down.
The song ended and the next had begun before either of us was aware. She suddenly stopped her movement on me and pulled away.
"One dance like that is worth another," I said with my most appreciative smile.
"One more dance like that will get us thrown out," she laughed, tossing her head back.
She stayed with me for three more songs, shifting positions, face-to-face, front to back, tits in my face, her face in my lap. As my hands moved down to cup her ass, I could feel a wet spot on the towel. As she faced me again, I could now slip my fingers easily into her pussy, trying to be discrete. When my fingers reached around to probe her ass, she finally drew the line.
"I don't do that," she said sternly, then added with a smile, "Out here at least!"
When the last song stopped I asked her if she wanted another drink and she nodded. She quickly found her suit bottom and pulled it on. When she draped the top around her shoulders, she leaned back.
"Could you do me up?" she asked holding her hair up out of the way.
I re-hooked the clasp of her top and she tugged and adjusted it so her huge tits were comfortable. I stood up, pulled some bills from my pocket, and peeled off enough for the dances and a real nice tip. She counted the money like a pro and slipped it into her bag.
"Thank you," she said with a smile and leaned up to plant a kiss on my cheek.
We found a spot at the bar and ordered another round.
"So what other kinds of things turn you on?" she asked.
"Just the regular stuff, I guess," I replied. "Sexy underwear, a soft touch in the right place at the right time. Some times it can be just a look. You know, the kind that looks and looks back."
"I know," she said looking down at her rum and coke. "When I saw the look in your eyes earlier and then when you saw me naked I just went wild. I don't treat all my customers like that, believe me. Jesse lets us get away with stuff sometimes if we're careful."
"I don't do this all that much, but I have had a few girls dance on my lap. No one ever did what you did to me outside of a bedroom."
"Really? Well you seemed to enjoy it."
"Is there any more where that came from?"
She took a long look at me, taking a sip of her drink and never once letting her eyes drift away.
"Let me freshen up and change, okay?"
I nodded and watched as she slugged down the rest of her drink and slip off into the crowd. I nursed the $10 beer in my hands and waited. Since it was after midnight, the club was really hopping. Miss Wooden was doing a lap dance for a guy nearby. Such a beautiful girl, I thought. Too bad she dances like a robot. There were two girls on center stage now pleasuring each other with some huge pink dildos. I had to admit that George was right; a fellow like me could have a good time here. I'd have to recommend this to some of my other friends who traveled.
"Ready?" Sandy said, suddenly appearing out of the crowd dressed in a lovely set of lacy white lingerie. "What do you think? You said that you liked sexy underwear."
"You look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, feeling my cock spring back to attention.
She had brushed her long ash blond hair, touched up her makeup and looked absolutely ravishing. She had replaced the gold necklace with a long string of pearls. As her tiny bra could barely contain her glorious tits, so did her little panty hardly cover her pussy. A garter belt and lace topped stockings capped off her outfit. I'm sure I stood staring longer than was polite, but she looked like she had just walked out of the pages of the latest Victoria's Secret catalog and she was standing here in this loud boisterous room smiling at me.
"Come on, Cowboy," she said, taking my hand and leading me toward The Clubhouse room. I followed her through the archway. There was an aisle down the center with heavy curtains along each side. She pulled me into an open spot and pulled the plush drapes closed. It was laid out as if it had once been a restaurant booth but was now without the tabletop. Just two richly upholstered benches facing each other with a little ledge on which you could set your drink. A brass candelabra-type fixture on the wall lit the space with a warm glow. It was a lush setting and I felt as if I should be popping the cork on some expensive champagne. She reached over to a set of controls and some smooth jazz came from somewhere, just loud enough to be heard over the pounding bass coming from the main room.
"Is this okay?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I think you'll like this place," she smiled. "Now where were we?"
She stepped up to me and embraced me. I realized how short she was, even in her high heels. I reached down to her ass and as I picked her up she brought her legs up and wrapped them tightly around me. She was light as a feather and I brought her face up to mine.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked.
"It's really against the rules, you know," she replied. "But then in here, there are no rules."
We kissed tenderly at first, but soon were pressing together firmly and letting our tongues loose and nibbling and biting and licking each other eagerly. I set her down and sat back onto a bench pulling her on top of me. She was running her hands all over my arms and shoulders and chest--any part that she could reach. I caressed every inch of her soft smooth skin that I could reach and wanted more. As she pulled back from me for a moment, I slowly began to peel off her bra. I purposely tried to take my time to strip it away but found my fingers working quickly to seek out those sweet breasts and nipples. I slipped the straps off her shoulders and eased the sheer cups down away from her tits, it came undone and fell away from her body. She tugged at my sport shirt and pulled it up over my head and off.
"Now it's my turn to complement your body," she said licking her lips as she ran her hands over my chest and stomach. "I like my men to be trim, just like you."
I might have shown some shy embarrassment at her compliment but was too busy caressing her wonderful body to care. I tried to touch all of her silky smooth skin, not just her delicious boobs. She was rubbing her twat on me and I could feel the heat from the friction between her lacey panties and my khakis. I slipped my hands back to her ass and let my fingers dip inside her panties to cup her ass gently rocking up and down. Her hands held my shoulders and pulled my face closer to hers. I could feel the warmth of her breath on me as her lips approached mine. Her full soft lips touched mine in a kiss that grew in passion with each second. Soon our tongues were wrestling in concert with the rocking of our hips.
Hooking my thumbs over the waistband, I started to ease her flimsy panties down her hips. With one last kiss she eased up from my lap and stood away from me and sensually slipped her panties off, slowly and teasingly, turning as they dropped past her ass so that I could see her smooth pussy peek through. The sight of her ass and legs framed by the stockings and garter and the panties at her ankles brought a gasp from me. I thought my cock would rip through my pants as she turned and let her hands rub her pussy and thighs. Her string of pearls dangled teasingly between her swaying breasts. I reached down to my belt and started to loosen it. She stepped forward out of her panties and reached down to my hands.
"Here," she said. "I want to do it for you."
As she dropped down to squat in front of me, she worked the belt loose, unsnapped the gripper, and slowly pulled the zipper down, making sure I watched as she licked her lips to make them glisten in the warm dim light. When I raised my hips a little, she pulled my slacks down past my knees and let them fall to my ankles. She pushed my thighs apart and eased in between them, bringing her hands up to rub my hard cock through the soft cotton of my briefs.
"I like these low cut ones," she remarked as her hands gently rubbed in a circular motion across my lap. Her lips and tongue soon followed her hands to kiss and lick me through the thin fabric. As my erection grew under her touch, it could no longer be restrained and popped up past the waistband, sort of slapping her on the cheek. She smiled and took it in her hands. "Something has a mind of its own." She planted a kiss on the head, and then licked the length of the shaft, before taking it slowly into her hot wet mouth. Slowly at first, then with greater speed she began to bob her head up and down on me, reminding me of her earlier simulation out in the club. The sensation was greater than I had imagined. She kept taking it further and further inside her until it nearly disappeared. She cradled my balls with one little hand and brought the other up to stroke my cock firmly.
"Do you want me to take all of your big cock?" she said licking her lips and stroking me with these long slow strokes.
I couldn't respond with more than a groan as she went back down and slowly eased it completely into her mouth. I had had some girl friends try to deep throat me with mixed results, but she had no problem taking my long stiff cock all the way. She slowly brought her head up and let me slip out to the waiting grasp of her warm hands. As she brought her mouth back down and bobbed faster and faster I let my head fall back onto the bench. The tingling waves of sensation sweeping over my body made me close my eyes for a moment as I felt her hot wet mouth move up and down the shaft of my cock. When I looked back down to her, I could see that she was looking back up at me, her eyes seeming to smile at the response she was producing. She kept going until I felt that I would explode inside her and I brought her head up from my cock to my mouth. We kissed even more passionately than before.
"I want to eat your pussy," I breathed out between kisses and tongue plays. "I want to taste your sweetness."
We shifted position so that I was lying down on the bench and she was atop me straddling my head. Her pussy was wet and ready as I licked my tongue the length of her slit and brought a hand up to help. A light blend of her perfume and her own natural fragrance greeted me as I plunged my face into her. As her labia began to part, I started writing the alphabet with my tongue on her clit and cunt. As expected the letter "t" was her favorite. Soon I had two then three fingers inside of her poking, probing, rubbing her dripping cunt. She was becoming more vocal with each of my strokes. I had always liked dirty talk and she was a great cheerleader, imploring me to move faster or harder and telling me how great it felt to have her pussy eaten.
"Lick me again, Honey! Just like that! Oh, Baby! Oh, yes! Oh, oh, oh, yes!"
She could stand it no longer and dropped her head back down to my cock and took it all into her mouth again in a perfect 69 position. With my fingers still working in her pussy, I brought my tongue close to her asshole. I was hesitant until my nose told me how sweet she smelled. As much as I like to eat pussy, there's no other experience like tonguing a clean tight asshole. She had freshened up completely and I brought my tongue to lick at her puckered little anus. There is something nasty about poking your tongue inside a woman's ass and it produced a great response in her. She brought her head up from my turgid cock and moaned in ecstasy.
"Oh, my God! Oh, God!" she cried out as I twirled my fingers in her pussy and probed at her asshole with my tongue. I felt her rise up from the bench and toss her head back. I could feel her long hair cascade down her back to dance on my forehead as I worked on her ass and pussy. I managed to slip a finger from my other hand into her ass. She bucked up and down on my face wildly out of control. As a wave of orgasm swept over her, she fell back down atop me, stroking my cock and taking it back into her mouth. Once she had me to full erection she shifted around to mount me with her pussy. She wasted no time in letting my hard cock enter her sopping wet cunt. Her great breasts bounced wondrously as she rode me up and down. I loved the silky feel of her stockings on my waist and hips. As she rocked with an ever-increasing tempo, I tried to meet her every stroke. She rested lightly upon me but her pussy was tight and seemed to pull at my dick.
"Oh, faster, faster!" she cried out. "I want to come with you inside me! Faster! Faster!"
Our hot sweating bodies made a slurpy, slapping noise as they met and separated. Since her frame was so petite, I was practically able to pick my ass off the bench and toss her up in the air, but was careful to hold on so that I remained inside her. The sight of her slender body and huge breasts bouncing on my belly combined with the firm grasp of her pussy on my cock and the sound and smell of fucking her was bringing me close to orgasm. Just as I felt my balls tighten up ready to shoot out my load, another orgasmic wave swept over her and she fell with a shudder down to my chest.
"Oh, Honey!" she whispered in my ear. "I just love the way you fuck me! And look at this," she said wiggling her hips to tug at my cock. "You're still ready for more!"
"Sergeant Dick reporting for duty, sir," I cracked.
With a laugh, she rose up off from me and turned her back to me and began to rub her ass on me.
"Your finger fit up there," she called out. "Let's see about your cock!"
"How about a raincoat?" I asked. "In case I need to put another fire out later."
She slipped off of me and I got up to retrieve a condom from my wallet. I know, they don't last long in there, but I'm always careful to keep a fresh one, just in case. Besides, I wanted to be nice and clean in case there was some other place she wanted to put my dick. I quickly unrolled the sheath over my cock and maneuvered her into a kneeling position on the other bench with her sweet little ass sticking out at me. I gave her a playful smack on the ass.
"Are you going to be mean to me?" she asked in a phony shy little voice.
"Only if you've been a bad little girl," I replied in a mocking deep voice. ""Now, tell me little girl. Have you been good?" I slapped her ass with my hard dick. "Or have you been a bad little girl?"
"Oh, sir!" she responded in her little voice. "Let's see I've broken some of the house rules and I've been very naughty all night so I guess that means I've been very bad!"
"Well, only one thing left to do," I said and began to rub my cock on the crack of her ass. I could see that her wet pussy below her ass so I rubbed my sheathed dick on her twat until it had a nice sweet coating of her natural sweet lubricant. I began to poke her slowly getting the tip inside, then the entire head then the shaft a bit at a time.
"Oh, man! I love the feel of a cock in my ass!" she called out finally unable to control herself. "Especially a sweet hunk of meat like yours!"
She pushed her ass back and took my whole cock up inside her tight little asshole. My belly was soon slapping at her sweaty ass making that marvelous slurpy sucking sound when we separated. The hard grip on my cock was unbelievable. She was fucking me so hard that I couldn't tell that I had a condom on. Her hair was sticking to her back so I scooped it up and held it like a rein in my hand as I banged her.
"Make me feel cheap!" she cried. "Make me feel like a whore!"
"Fuck my cock, you bitch," I shouted, giving her ass a smack with my free hand. "Fuck my whole cock you whore!"
Now, I have to admit that I hate nothing more than being abusive to women. Nothing makes me sicker than to hear about some jerk beating up or taking advantage of a woman. But being here with this skinny little woman with the nice rack and the all over tan who was willfully impaling her asshole on my throbbing dick was driving me delirious, and she drew me into another round of role playing. With each disparaging comment, she seemed to get wilder in her actions, screaming and shouting and pumping back furiously, so much so that it felt as if she was going to grab my dick and pull it right off. With one hand up on the back of the bench for balance she worked the other one on her pussy until she came to another body shaking orgasm.
"Are you ready, honey?" she finally screamed out. "Are you gonna come for Momma?"
"I'm real close, Baby," I sneered. "What are you going to do with my precious seed?"
She pulled her ass off my cock and got down from the bench, turned to face me, and quickly whipped off the condom. Kneeling so that her tits were level with my cock, she flipped her pearls to the side and took my cock between her boobs and squeezed them together.
"Fuck my tits, Big Boy!"
I began to work my dick between her marvelous sweaty breasts. When it poked out on top she flicked her tongue out to lap at it.
"Come on, Baby! Let Daddy give you a real pearl necklace!" I let out.
As my thrusts got stronger and my cum closer to blowing, I began pushing her down toward the floor, so much so that she was soon on her back with me straddling her, my big pink cock reveling in its warm sweaty place between her boobs.
"Come on me, Honey!" she sang out. "Give me your load!"
I could wait no longer and gave in to the hot sensation boiling in my loins. I felt my cum work its way out and spurt out onto her tits and neck. When she reached down with her tongue to lick me, one spurt shot into her waiting mouth. The rest she helped me empty out onto her tits leaving her looking like a gorgeous Danish roll with icing drizzled all over. I collapsed next to her as she rubbed my cum into the soft skin of her breasts and shoulders. We were both quivering from the big release we had each experienced.
"Oh, man! Are you a terrific lover or what!" I blurted out. "Talk about cumming in buckets!"
She laughed and rolled over on top of me bringing her cheek to rest on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tenderly. Our sweaty bodies felt like they were glued together with semen.
"I can feel your heart beating," she whispered.
"Like a jackhammer?"
"No. More like a drum. Thum-thum. Thum-thum. Thum-thum."
As much as I loved lying with her on the plush carpet, I began to feel uncomfortable, knowing that we had some business to finish off and soon I would be out walking in the cool spring air and she would be riding some other guy's lap. So I waited, drinking in this wonderful pleasure, savoring the smell and taste and feel of this amazing young woman. And we lay there for quite awhile, perhaps neither one wanting this to end. Maybe she was waiting for me, the customer, to make the move.
"Don't you have to be getting on?" I asked.
"I like it here," she replied quickly. "You are a wonderful lover and I just want to lay here with you. You don't mind?" she added, picking her head up. "I mean, we can go if you want."
"Oh, no." I insisted. "I like being here with you too. It's just that I thought you would want to be getting back to work."
She gave my shoulders a squeeze.
"I've been off the clock ever since we came back here. I did this on my own time."
"Oh, that's cool," I responded, giving her a tighter hug. "That was something!"
She picked up her head again.
"You don't think that I fuck every customer like that do you?"
"I didn't know."
"Well, I don't. I never have," she explained. "Sure some of the girls do and it's legal here I guess, but I'm not one of them. Besides wasn't that more like making love than fucking?"
"Well, it sure felt like it."
She rested her head back down on my chest and we remained close together for several silent minutes.
"So if that was making love," I said, breaking the silence. "How much do you think we made?"
"Let's see," she said reaching down toward my limp cock. As she took it gently into her hand it began to stiffen. "Well, not too much right now. But it feels like it's growing!"
We ended up making love again, with less urgency and more feeling. Twice. We then dressed and she met me out in the parking lot and followed me back to my hotel where we showered together and fell into bed naked and slept through till the alarm pulled me back to reality. She came with me for the next few days as I wended my way back to Cleveland. When I brought her home, I introduced her to my astounded roommate as my "souvenir" from Toronto.
Epilogue
A few months later, my by now former roommate went with some of our other friends to collect their own "souvenirs" from Toronto. From what they reported, they drove around half the night looking for the place and never found it. Sandy and I went back once but never made it out of our hotel room after seeing "Phantom Of The Opera." We have been together now for many years, long enough to have a teenaged daughter who is the spitting image of her mother, a little taller but with the same striking figure. I should also tell you that I'm collecting shotguns, just in case some smart young whippersnapper gets the wrong idea!
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The Private Dancer
